June 8, 2003

  • So dig.

    I’m listening to Heart. Their ‘Greatest Hits’ CD.

    I saw an interview with the Wilson sisters a while back, and thought they’d be nice to run into in Bellvue (city of malls near Seattle where they’re from). And I just now saw them on the PBS fund raising crunch show. They did a show at the historic Paramount Theater in downtown Seattle in, I think, 2000, and this special was the result.

    So the strangeness of seeing Heart on PBS aside, they rocked! They walked a distinct and fine line between dinosaurs who have to play old songs irrelevance and vital, accomplished musicians. I’d pay to go to one of their shows now, I think.

    Maybe that’s a reflection on me.

    Anyway. I’m ripping the abovementioned CD, and I’m listening to ‘Magic Man.’ ‘Magic Man’ is a song I remember hearing when I was a little kid. It has that synthesizer break in the middle, and that blew my mind, because it made me think of science fiction movies that I liked.

    There’s something else Heart makes me think of, and that’s skanky rock and rollers who think they’re cool because they’re snorting coke off a Miller High Life mirror made into a table. Not that I ever saw anyone do this, but it’s an image that Heart used to evoke for some reason. This is similar to the fact that every Lynrd Skynrd song evokes for me the image of a dive bar on the gulf coast of Alabama where a bunch of drunk guys in greasy Caterpillar caps are saluting the stars-and-bars and laughing at jokes making fun of faggots.

    I’m not a Skynrd fan.

    But I’m digging Heart at the moment, even without cocaine.