I didn’t go out one night and instead I played Goldeneye 007 on my good ol’ Nintendo 64.
I tested my shooting skillz while playing several rock n roll records really deafeningly loud. Totally unnecessarily loud. Ear-plug-wearing, earth-shaking, way-over-the-top loud.
Not Mission of Burma or Dinosaur Jr loud, but close.
I tried defeating the Silo mission on 007 difficulty for two hours. I don’t think I beat that damn level cuz I was bad-ass and played on wicked hard difficulty but I did fuck up some brainy, know-it-all scientist-types who got in my way and dedicated their demise to Fuhrer Palin. Hail Satan!
PP7 silencers are cool cuz they are silent and accurate. (Insert fart joke).
KF7-Soviets are cool cuz they spray a buncha bullets in one shot and have the capability to zoom in and shoot stupid Russians in the nads.
After dying at the hands of another annoying mess of brown-shirted butt-heads, at the end of yet another failed mission, I realized that I had been distracted.
I was more concerned with the music that I was raging out on. I should have been focusing on completing the mission at hand.
That is my life in a nutshell. The epitome Sex Sux (Amen). In a video game analogy. I am not a nerd.
In conclusion, here is the music that influenced my not-so-accurate button punching:
AC/DC – Highway to Hell
Blue Cheer -Vincebus Eruptum
The Black Lips – Let it Bloom
Jimi Hendrix – In the West (Live 1972)
Cream – Fresh Cream