It’s Christmas week. The kids are home and enjoying their biggest Christmas wonders — a second dance mat for Dance Dance Revolution so that two of them can stomp the house down at once, and a full-out Guitar Hero III setup with two guitars so they can prance and preen and destroy hotel rooms after the gig. But this means that my living room is filled with the sounds of Heart, Kiss, even Foghat — playing songs that I didn’t like thirty years ago, and that I certainly didn’t think would find some insidious way to worm into my life all these years later. Couldn’t there be a DDR with, oh, I don’t know, good music? Or perhaps Guitar Hero IV: The Synth Band Years? Just sayin’.