Now that we’re into our 4th week of quarantine, or is it the 5th… 6th? Man, I don’t even know any more. All I know is, I’m running out of things to do. So, it might just be time to bust out the old Nintendo once again. That is, as long as find time between the Real Housewives of New York (aka, RHONY) and Beverly Hills.
But whenever I do manage to pick up the controller, nostalgia hits me in three different forms.
- An intense amount of rage, frustration, and cursing re-emerges.
- The obsessive/compulsive side of me awakens to turn me into an unstable psychopath.
- I’m brought back to sanity by the sweet and soothing sound of NES music.
The music in video games is a vastly underappreciated fragment of American society. Sing the first jingle of the Super Mario Brothers theme and the…
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