Sunday, June 18, 2006

I turned my back and pop culture got wierd.

So I walk into an average, if over-gadgetted lounge, and discover there's this game, with computer generated guitarists doing covers in someone's playroom and a dinky little plastic Gibson instead of a joystick. As the player's score rises the band plays better venues and their friends clone themselves to fill them.

Once I got over my dire amusement, I realised that as a mother I am grateful that it tells a story rewarding musical success rather than violence and crime. What a nice game.


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