Picture this: Carolina Beach, N.C.; March 2017; a young girl trapped inside an old broads body; Saturday night.
A tear slid down my cheek as I watched a video of Heart playing with the London Philharmonic. We all came up together; me and Ann and Nancy.
The girls were playing music and I was living with my future divorce. At least he loved Heart almost as much as me. I met him at a bar. I know. Well, he wasn't a pick-up, he was a friend of my friend's girlfriend. Anyway, we got our first apartment and a super expensive stereo system. He hooked it up, turned it on, and "Crazy on You" came blaring out of the speakers, pictures on the wall-shaking, mind you. At that moment I am both delighted and horrified: OMG that sounds awesome coming out of the speakers that we will never pay off and "Oh Shit, we have neighbors." I made him turn it down.
Heart.
Back to 2017. So why am I crying? Ann Wilson was in town. And I didn't go to see her.
Ann and Nancy have always inspired me. Cool rock chicks still getting it. Music that is ageless, voices that sound as great today as they did in 1976.
OK, now why was I crying? I was feeling sorry for myself when I started this tale whilst watching the girls belt it out. Then it hit me......I can do anything. That's what I used to tell myself back then, in the olden days. When I felt unsure or was doing some self-flagellation, I would throw on Heart and work it out.
I don't know why I stopped going to Heart, Ann and Nancy helped me navigate through the first part of my life. Come on girls, we have some catching up to do.
I can do anything.
Next time Ann comes to town I will be there. Hopefully in the front row (well it could happen). After all, I can do anything.
A tear slid down my cheek as I watched a video of Heart playing with the London Philharmonic. We all came up together; me and Ann and Nancy.
The girls were playing music and I was living with my future divorce. At least he loved Heart almost as much as me. I met him at a bar. I know. Well, he wasn't a pick-up, he was a friend of my friend's girlfriend. Anyway, we got our first apartment and a super expensive stereo system. He hooked it up, turned it on, and "Crazy on You" came blaring out of the speakers, pictures on the wall-shaking, mind you. At that moment I am both delighted and horrified: OMG that sounds awesome coming out of the speakers that we will never pay off and "Oh Shit, we have neighbors." I made him turn it down.
Heart.
Back to 2017. So why am I crying? Ann Wilson was in town. And I didn't go to see her.
Ann and Nancy have always inspired me. Cool rock chicks still getting it. Music that is ageless, voices that sound as great today as they did in 1976.
OK, now why was I crying? I was feeling sorry for myself when I started this tale whilst watching the girls belt it out. Then it hit me......I can do anything. That's what I used to tell myself back then, in the olden days. When I felt unsure or was doing some self-flagellation, I would throw on Heart and work it out.
I don't know why I stopped going to Heart, Ann and Nancy helped me navigate through the first part of my life. Come on girls, we have some catching up to do.
I can do anything.
Next time Ann comes to town I will be there. Hopefully in the front row (well it could happen). After all, I can do anything.