Showing posts with label we didn't know we were going to spend the whole afternoon writing about Heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label we didn't know we were going to spend the whole afternoon writing about Heart. Show all posts

Saturday, December 1, 2007

The piano.

The piano explodes.

It explodes!



Oh, and Nancy Wilson? Cleavage much? Excellent work.

Somewhere in my life there is a dissertation on the transition in the marketing and music of Heart from the 1970s to the 1980s. I am so so serious about this.

Catherine's thoughts on the video: "This is overtly sexual. It's making me uncomfortable with all the cleavage and writhing on the floor and close-ups on their faces. They were so cute in the 70s! I can't see them like this!"

My thoughts exactly, except for I'm so comfortable, and I only want to see them this way.