Bobby said I had to come to his room to watch DVDs.<\/p>\n
You see he’d been sitting at home, watching late night TV, and Guthy-Renker wanted to sell him some "Midnight Special" videos.\u00c2\u00a0 I’ve never purchased anything from a TV advertisement, in my mind "infomercial" equates to "scam".\u00c2\u00a0 But Bobby couldn’t resist.\u00c2\u00a0 He wrote down the phone number.\u00c2\u00a0 He called.\u00c2\u00a0 And for months, he’s been receiving DVDs.<\/p>\n
But that wasn’t the only music he wanted to show me, we also had to watch "Hullabaloo"!<\/p>\n
It was snowing like a motherfucker, actually, Bobby and Brandy had planned to go to a gig, but like teenagers in the seventies, we stayed home and watched DVDs.<\/p>\n
While we were waiting for the hotel to deliver a deck, Bobby reached into a gym bag and extracted a handful of cases.\u00c2\u00a0 He asked me to pick what I wanted to see.\u00c2\u00a0 Scoping the titles, I settled on Heart.\u00c2\u00a0 Come on, you remember "Magic Man"!\u00c2\u00a0 I didn’t buy that album, or the one after that, but "Magic Man" and "Crazy On You" were FM staples.<\/p>\n
So Bobby extracted the disc and inserted it into his PowerBook, so we would waste no time in our viewing experience.<\/p>\n
My mind was fucking blown.\u00c2\u00a0 Were the Wilson sisters ever that young?\u00c2\u00a0 Was I ever that young?<\/p>\n
You get old and you gain contempt for the late teens and early twentysomethings.\u00c2\u00a0 They haven’t lived, how good could they be?\u00c2\u00a0 But our heroes of decades past were just as young.\u00c2\u00a0 In these videos, Ann Wilson is 25, her sister Nancy is 21.\u00c2\u00a0 But if you were their parents, you wouldn’t let them out of your sight!<\/p>\n
Fire up "Heart – Crazy On You<\/a>".<\/p>\n Blow it up full screen (hit the icon in the lower right-hand corner of the player).\u00c2\u00a0 You gain new respect for Nancy’s chops.\u00c2\u00a0 But look at Ann!\u00c2\u00a0 She’s wearing those ethereal seventies stage clothes, which are anything but revealing.\u00c2\u00a0 Hell, her dress goes down to her knees!\u00c2\u00a0 And there’s not a line in her face!\u00c2\u00a0 If it weren’t for her throaty, powerful vocals, you’d think she’s a teenage girl as opposed to a woman.\u00c2\u00a0 And what vocals they are!\u00c2\u00a0 No melismas.\u00c2\u00a0 Just passion.\u00c2\u00a0 The band wrote this song, better than Clive Davis dreck, remembered to this day.\u00c2\u00a0 To think that a music star now is an "American Idol".<\/p>\n Youngsters might think this video hokey.\u00c2\u00a0 But you’ve got to understand, bands were not ubiquitous thirty years ago.\u00c2\u00a0 You had to go to the gig.\u00c2\u00a0 You lived to go to the gig, to feel the sound, to soak up the atmosphere, to feel alive!<\/p>\n