01. Heart is run by badass bitches. At the core of Heart is two sisters: Ann and Nancy Wilson. So let's just get this out of the way: They are women. No, that shouldn't matter. And it doesn't matter as much now as it did in the '70s when Heart was pretty much the only major band run by women with all of the decisions being made by women, but let's acknowledge it. They are each the H.B.I.C. And they are talented as fuck. But please don't call them women who rock. Barf. They just rock, okay? And they've been doing it for almost 40 years, so fuck you if you don't think that broads are badass.
02. Heart has a badass logo. Well, it does.
03. Heart is badass, even when it's bad. Let's talk about "These Dreams" for a minute. Great tune, right? But the lyrics... yikes.
"Is it cloak n dagger / could it be spring or fall I walk without a cut / through a stained glass wall Weaker in my eyesight / the candle in my grip And words that have no form / are falling from my lips"I mean, what kind of fairy wonderland Renaissance Faire shit is that? But still, here we are singing along. Ah, fuck it. Don't fight it. That songs rules. I'll search for the time on a watch with no hands all damn night.
04. Heart has produced badass shit by overcoming some actual shit. There were always problems about in Heart Land. Ann had a well-publicized weight problem and she was a stutterer. (This was cured by her singing, apparently.) And those in the know say that Nancy was a turbo slut who seemed to love the drama. (She once dumped her guitarist and then started banging her drummer, just like Fleetwood Mac's resident ho, Stevie Nicks.) And both Wilsons endured painful rumors of incest and lesbianism. Still, all of these trials only made them stronger. These problems worked their way into their songs and then those songs made the ladies rich and famous. Booya.
05. Heart tells it like it is, and that's badass. Basically, if you fucked with the ladies, they were gonna call you out. In public. So you broke a Wilson girl's heart? Yeah, they are going to to make sure that everybody knows. They're gonna put your shit on Front Street. Hard. Every single person with a radio is going to know exactly what a dirty cheater / liar / dickhead you are. And this legacy lives on: Ann Wilson singing "If Looks Could Kill" is just a precursor to Taylor Swift writing "Dear John" about John Mayer. Date any one of these ladies and eventually you will hear about your mistakes in song form. Your grandchildren will hear it, too. So tread lightly, shady bastards.
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