Jerry Whorebach wrote:

1. I don't want to walk out of the mall with a big black box that says "Guitar Hero" over my shoulder, or, more likely, held in such a way that it looks like a big black cock growing out of my pants that I feel compelled to rub my hands up and down as I ride the glass elevator.

2. I already have a child's video game deck on my TV, I don't need a 2/3 scale Fisher Price guitar sitting on top of that. What would I tell the old lady who lives upstairs when she stops by for tea? Usually our conversations are limited to complaining about how people who drive cars wait until the last minute to stop at crosswalks and how little the government gives us for our disabilities. If I have to explain rock and roll to her I might just blow her mind.