The Nintendo generation passed me by.
It didn’t make me cry. It certainly didn’t make me blue. But when my friends had the Nintendo Entertainment System, I didn’t. I didn’t really even care. That rectangular controller? All those buttons? It made no sense to me.
So, the whole appeal of Mario? I don’t get it. I just don’t.
Yes, this made working for EB Games for so long a little strange. I knew the history, and I could talk the history like I’d been a game-nerd my entire life. I could even fake the excitement of knowing the Konami cheat code. (Don’t ask me about it now; I couldn’t remember it if I tried.)
Games just weren’t my bag.
When I see something like this, I just have to applaud.
A kid took a Theremin. And he turned it into a Nintendo controller.
A Theremin! That “instrument” that made “music,” the weird, spooky “Oooo”s that were common to B-movies of the 1950s and Mars Attacks! and Destroy All Humans! A Theremin!
On the one hand, he has too much time on his hands. On the other hand, he’s a friggin’ genius.
If only it still made music. I’d have loved to hear a Theremin soundtrack to Mario battling the mushrooms.