Monday, July 25, 2011

Pixelated Stars on a Six-Zero Sky

A few days ago, I wrote about the strange experience of hearing some early-generation video game music that didn’t suck — or that at least bore enough of a resemblance to something I’d listen to now that I could be okay with it. But when I said all that, I was misleading, I think, because I do have a soft spot for that music, that blippy, plinky soundtrack to my childhood. I know everyone doesn’t feel this way, not even people who grew up playing these, but I am to this day easily moved by certain eight-bit anthems.

And this, for some reason, is the one that movies me most.

I didn’t even really like this game that much, honestly. The first Legend of Zelda was great, but the second one threw a little too much at my young mind. (Leveling up? What does that even mean?) But watching the intro sequence immediately zaps me back to being about seven years old and feeling intimated by the apparent gravity of all this. Honestly, I didn’t know what the hell was going on, just that there was a sword and stars and space and whatever, and I think being completely in the dark helped instill in me that sort of childhood awe that doesn’t go away even when you know better.

I just felt like pointing that out.

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