Guitar Hero 2


"The first mistake of art is to assume that it's serious."
-- Lester Bangs

Never mind that they came on like a bunch of sixteen-year-old punks on a meth power trip, SparkMonkey wasn't even in the running until the bitter cold fall of 2005.

But one October morning they met around the kitchen table at Julian Murdoch's house. Julian had picked the 3 with a purpose. They weren't, and would never be his best friends. He hardly knew Hahn Dauch, the big man who would become his drummer. Joe Spinks was his choice for singer only because Julian had heard him sing in the high school performance of Godspell. But Giles Murphy, a 30 year old hippie-wannabe pumping gas and dealing marijuana, was the most unlikely choice. Until Julian heard him play bass one night at his mom's Howard Dean houseparty.

No, these guys weren't going to be his friends, they were going to be much more important. They were going to be his band.

By the second pot of coffee it was over. These three unlikely soldiers were willing to give Julian -- an aggressive young high school dropout -- a shot at his dream. They met the very next morning in his garage.

They almost disintegrated (for the first time) when Julian tuned up. Shockingly, he'd never played an electric guitar before. His vintage Gibson Les Paul had been hanging on the wall of the garage since his father died. Merely taking it down and plugging it into the tube amp under the workbench risked being kicked out of the house by his mother. And yet, he did, and rock has never been the same. He grabbed a fake book, and despite a complete lack of talent, he started rehearsal.

At first, the band only learned a single set of 6 songs, easy ones. Covers of rock standards that rely more on solid vocal talent and a good drummer (which he had) than on prowess at lead guitar. They rehearsed for weeks. His fingers bled. They took any gig they could get -- community center dances, school competitions. On Saturday afternoons that spring they'd open the door to the garage and the neighbor kids would sit on their skateboards and heckle them at each broken chord and missed solo.

But they got better. They worked hard. And they got their big break in August of 2006. They got to play the Rat. That legendary cesspool of Commonwealth avenue, under the shadow of Boston University, home to such legends as the DKs, the Talking Heads, Thin Lizy and the Cars. They kicked it. They kicked it black and blue and all the way home. Yes, they stuck to the safety of covers, but the cranked the difficulty all the way to eleven. And if you're reading this, you know how this chapter ends. At the crashing finale, the encore of a hard-driving classic rock set, Hahn Dauch mysteriously exploded, leaving nothing but satisfied fans and the smell of bacon.

Partly because of the publicity following the band's spontaneous percussion combustion, the band shot skyward. Backed by new drummer "stubby" McGill, they ran straight for the top, playing the 500 seat venues, the festival circuit, and finally gestating into the arena band we know and love as SparkMonkey.

It wasn't an accident. Julian drove the band forward on a highway of pure adrenaline and ground down anger. He more than learned how to play, he redefined what we expect in a lead guitar player. He learned not only to mimic the styles of the great hard rock bands of the last 40 years, he adopted the styles of up and coming bands from around the country. He has become known as "Rabbit" for his ability to deftly jizjaz between styles and still leave fans feeling like they'd just finished the best book they'd ever read -- sad that it would never be the first time again.

But perhaps the most striking part of SparkMonkey's success is their continued reliance on covers. In the two years since the band took over rock and roll and graced the cover of this fair magazine, they have yet to play a single original composition. Does this imply that rock and roll has come to an end? Have all the good songs already been sung? Do we really need to hear Julian digging into the seedy underbelly of Ozzy and Sting?

Yes, we do. We do because it's where we come from. That great yawning soul-pit where we all develop our inner sense of the beat that drives us forward.

And then there's the future. I don't know what the future is, much less what it will mean. I know it's going to cost us. It's going to cost us blood and treasure to hear what's next. It's going to run through me like a freight train and I'll feel the pain. But I know that it's going to blow my socks off because of one man. One hero. Julian "Rabbit" Murdoch. The greatest guitar player of all time. He's licking up gasoline off the garage floor and spitting it back out in the hard hot breath of fire that only real rock knows.

Does it ever.


Your band is the dysfunctional family you choose.

I love this game. And it has spawned a house rule of our own.

"Feel free to rawk the house. However, you may not rawk the neighbor's house."

If the neighbors complain it's too loud, turn it up till they move away.
Only one person in the band needs a mohawk.
If play all your songs before the encore, DO NOT, under any circumstances, try to just jam.
If anyone in your band insists on wearing a white belt, kick him out.
When the audience is yelling "Free Bird," they don't really want you to play it.
Your mom does NOT count as a fan...

rabbit wrote:

He has become known as "Rabbit" for his ability to deftly jizjaz ...

If that means what it sounds like, I want to unread it.

Since my house is a PS2 free zone (oh the humanity!) we were complete noobs to the whole GH scene until last week when my online order of the 360 version finally arrived. This game has captivated my entire family like no game before. Really not even the Wii caused this much enthusiasm. My wife, who never plays anything on the 360 is hooked. My 6 year old is commited to learning how to play Surrender in practice mode well enough that he can 5 star it on easy. Even my 4 year old wants to sit down and strum while Mom or Dad hit the fret buttons.

Rock - it keeps the family together.

(fun article Rabbit. Keep Rockin')

Crouton wrote:
rabbit wrote:

He has become known as "Rabbit" for his ability to deftly jizjaz ...

If that means what it sounds like, I want to unread it.

Hey, it's a Lesterism. I was working without a net.

The guitar is the human soul speaking with just six strings.
Edwin wrote:
The guitar is the human soul speaking with just six strings.

Why does this strike me as the onramp for Jack Thompson to decide that drum kits are training our children to be domestic abusers?

Edwin wrote:
The guitar is the human soul speaking with just six strings.

Is that actually in Guitar Hero, or did you quote that from Beck?


There is no Stairway


AnimeJ wrote:
There is no Stairway
Wayne Campbell wrote:

No Stairway? Denied!

I can't believe the speed at which they are playing, I can't believe that someone imported it into Guitar Hero! Holy Shredding Christ!

Dragonforce - Through The Fire And Flames (Video)

Guitar Hero 2 Version

Guitar Hero 3 Version which is clearer

Also a new interview on features. Looks like it's being released for the PS2 again so I may actually pick it up.