Rain Man/Guitar Hero.

Maybe it was the second mocha I had at Costa Coffee? Maybe its karma re-dressing the balance in my life after a fortnight of disaster? Maybe its sheer bloody minded perseverance on my part or the stars aligning or it even maybe that I, Maxwell Rees, am a dormant musical genius? Who knows. All I know is that around 12:30am British time I  became a bonafide Guitar Hero God.

By this point I’d been bashing away at the ‘ol ‘axe’ for nearly a whole hour when I had my Rain Man moment, I wasn’t even looking at my fingers anymore or concentrating on the multicoloured symbols firing towards me on the monitor. Nor was I sticking my tongue out as I played or furrowing my brow in frustration.  All I was doing was panicking that if I thought about it too much then *POFF* the magic would go just as quickly as it had arrived. I WAS IN THE ZONE. Suddenly I’m playing ‘One’ by Metallica like I was Jimmy Page. I wasn’t even aware how I was doing it. I just went with the flow and let it take me where ever it pleased.

It was a thing of beauty.

It took me to 98% on medium mode. It is a watershed moment that we should all salute and will probably be remembered long after we’ve forgotten about the Moon Landing and the collapse of the Berlin Wall. I was so pleased with myself that I’m sure my cock started twitching. It was probably the same for Jimi at Woodstock.

(BTW never look at yourself in a mirror whilst playing guitar hero, because no matter how awesome you think you are the visage of a grown man in tracksuit bottoms and a fisher price guitar gyrating around like a village imbecile will always bring you and your ego crashing down to earth)

“Hmmmmm I appear not to be cool…”

But anyway. I officially rock in electronic land and the electronic groupies love me. Now its time for bed as I have important meetings and tings tomorrow.