Long before their era of lousy, stone washed power balladry, the sisterly duo of Ann and Nancy Wilson--A/K/A Heart--were nothing short of majestic in their heaviness.
At least to my older brother and me.
Cassette copies of Little Queen and Dreamboat Annie in all their newfangled, j-card cased glory were brought on the annual family vacation to Wildwood, NJ, in the summer of '77 by my brother and jammed from his crapola boom box nightly. The thunder of "Sing Child" and "Kick it Out" shot out into the dense black ocean night from the porch of our bungalow. My brother swung from the porch swing and stared into oblivion. I merely nodded along to the tunes feeling elated just to be a part of the harmless proceedings.
The impact Heart had on me in my toddler years more or less evaporated until somewhere in my late 20s when I found myself in complete shitsville. I was living a Chris Peterson-esque lifestyle above some old bag's garage in my hometown after traipsing back and forth around the country like some stinking hobo. Dollar vinyl copies of the above mentioned titles were found and initially purchased for a giggle. Although I was way beyond poor, I felt I could still afford such luxuries.More »
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