So I'm checking out of Sam's Club Saturday with T.H.U.G. for Xbox and the cashier, a young guy, asks me if I play videogames. I guess he figured that this old dude must be buying a Tony Hawk skateboarding game for his grandson or something. So I said, "Yeah, I play a lot of videogames."
Couple years back I'd watched, and was intrigued by, Dogtown and Z-Boys. I mean, how did those kids physically do that? Later I'd been to Deming to do a photo shoot of Melanie Zipin. We talked some, and I learned that the song "Tiny Reflections" from her CD, Shades of Blue, is about the generational gap between herself and her son, Rafael. In the first verse, Melanie sings...
I'm walkin' thru the hardened mud
and the trash
discarded products and broken glass
tiny reflections of a misguided path
rebels on skateboards with their
music cranked up
preach death and destruction 'cause
hypocrisy sucks...
This is my only skateboarding game (well, not counting the incredibly cool Jet Set Radio Future). On a hunch I drove to COAS Books Sunday and, sure enough, scored the T.H.U.G official strategy guide for three bucks. Now I'm grokking skateboarding terms like Ollie and Nollie and Fake Ollie and Beanplant and Wallpush and FS Nosepick and Axle Stall and Blunt to Fakie.
Before I bought an Xbox in 2001, I played computer games on my Macintosh. Before that I played the arcades (Oh Tempest, how do I love thee? All those quarters!). Before that I played the pinballs in the local bowling alley. And before that I played cowboys and indians.
Games are an important component of any kid's life. So why shunt them aside as we grow older? I figure every new game is a chance to form new neural pathways in my gray matter. And that, my friend, is a good thing.
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