Derelict Theology

Last week, I received the copy of Rock Band that I had pre-ordered for my Xbox 360. I was eagerly anticipating this game after having enjoying Guitar Hero 1,2,3, and Rocks the 80’s so much, and it didn’t disappoint. However, as I found out yesterday, the true joy of Rock Band comes from actually having all the people together to form a “real” band. And I think it love it so much because it lets me do something that I’m not able to do in reality, which is play an instrument.

After carrying the monolithic box into the house, Erin and I began to unbox everything included inside, which took us the better part of an hour. The box is gigantic, which was a shock to me despite all that it contained. Inside the box, in individual boxes, are a set of electronic drums, a microphone, a guitar shaped like a Fender Stratocaster, and the game itself. It also comes with drumsticks, two Xbox Live headset adapters, and a USB hub for plugging 4 instruments into. I fiddled with the drums while Erin sang a little bit, and we packed it up and took it to my parents house for Thanksgiving. I played through the guitar solo career there.

But yesterday afternoon, some youth came over and we ended up forming our band, which we promptly gave the name “Snakewater”. Snakewater is:

Vocals - Marty
Guitar - Adam
Bass - Thomas
Drums - Walker

Practices have been set up for Sunday afternoons from 1-4 at Walker’s house. We plan on being the biggest, best virtual band in the world.

Now I just wish I could really play guitar.

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