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.: 7.29.2008 

Rockstar, indeed.

We gathered with friends over at Robyn's new place to play Rock Band last night, and it was freaking awesome. With a large group of people I was comfortable with, I had no trouble singing even though I am not a lower-register girl and rock is very much a lower-register genre. I killed on "Creep" (Radiohead) and "Wanted Dead or Alive" (Bon Jovi). The best was getting to play on the drum kit, however. It was so much fun, but tiring. Also? Who knew that I'd be a left-footed kicker? Very unexpected. I am even more wanting to rent a starter kit from Doo Wop now, but 1) where would it go? and 2) talk about being an asshole neighbor... I feel guilty enough for the piano, which I went through great pains to make sure was not placed on a shared wall. It is a terrible shame that as soon as I figured out what kind of instrument I wanted to play, I had run out of the good graces of my parents and their bank account.

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thus proclaimeth the Zabet  12:38 PM   1 comment(s)

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Sounds like a lot of fun. I keep thinking about Rock Band, then realizing I don't have enough people to call over to play.

By Blogger Renee, at 5:23 PM  

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