So my daughter and I are playing a little Guitar Hero the other night, and we each do a couple songs “for real” to advance our band careers, and then we decide to wrap up by rocking a little cheese metal: We’re totally hooked on “Through the Fire and Flames,” falsetto-singing along, falling to our knees during the solos (okay, that’s just me) and just generally having a goofy blast.
Unfortunately, we’re having so much fun that during her go, she loses her finger positions for a few seconds at exactly the wrong time, and she winds up getting booed from the stage.
She’s peeved. And it’s too late to do it again because it’s a long song and she still has to go practice her viola before we settle in for “Survivor,” another guilty pleasure.
She sulks off into the back room, and I head to the kitchen to take care of the dinner dishes.
After a minute or two, I hear the “can-can music” – the part of Jacques Offenbach’s “The Infernal Gallop” about 31 seconds into that clip – being played.
Rapidly. (And, I should add, badly as a result.)
It’s the can-can as only a pissed-off fifth-grade girl who’s just been shredding DragonForce can play it.
And I think it rocks.