Lou, I’ll meet you down in Georgia… again.
I’ve changed outfits. Instead of my trademark black leather, I’ve dressed in red for the occasion. The bulls-eye guitar hangs around my shoulders, ready to battle Lou in his Inferno. Who can play the jacked up “Devil Went Down to Georgia” better: me, Casey Lynch, or Lou? After three tries, the answer is painfully clear that it’s Lou. One by one, I uncurl my fingers. As I straighten them, my knuckles ache. This must be what arthritis feels like on a cold day. They’ve been wrapped around the arm of the “guitar” for nearly three hours.
My interest in Guitar Hero III was piqued when I read Tim D.’s expository essay detailing how to navigate the game. I’ve seen other people play and it looked fun, but I had never attempted it. We gave our children Guitar Hero III: Legends of Rock for Christmas. The day after the holiday, I picked up the guitar around 8 o’clock at night– just to try it out. The music made it fun, but I didn’t really know what I was doing.
The next evening, I picked it up again. I did a tutorial on finger rolling and seemed to be off and running. I ran through “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” and “Barracuda” with no problem. I got an encore and rocked Kiss’s “Rock and Roll All Nite.” Tom Morello challenged me and I took him the first try. I was excited to see a Rage Against the Machine song. Now we were getting to my kind of music. As I progressed to the next level, my excitement jumped again when I got to choose between The Killers and AFI. I loved playing them both.
My daughter came out to see how I was doing and sneered”Mom, you’re not a rock star!” I reminded her, “that yes, in my mind, I absolutely was a rock star!”
I kept progressing, as each level got more difficult, my fingers seemed to rise to the occasion. I whipped Slash in his battle and my band’s popularity soared. I played in the desert and in Japan. But, now it was about 1 o’clock in the morning and I was tired. I had been playing for hours. I wanted to go to bed but I was on the final level! (I had to keep going because we do not have a memory card.) I had to see if I could go all the way. I finished playing in the Inferno and out came Lou to challenge me. I was surprised at how well I did keep up. I was hit with different kinds of attacks and the worst for me was the “difficulty up” one. I was only playing on Easy. It was hard to give up and put down the guitar controller. I knew I was not going to defeat Lou easily and tonight, or rather this morning, was not the time for the battle.
The next day my daughter made fun of me for playing so long… like I was a kid. But, this was my break too. When school starts up again, I won’t be able to play for hours on end. I’ll have papers to grade and papers to write. I enjoyed the sheer detachment of all responsibility by playing Guitar Hero III for hours. I loved playing the rock music. And, now that I have a memory card, I will beat the game.
Look out, Lou! I’m coming for you!