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40 Years One Time

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Ann's best YEAH.

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This Rock Life

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The Top Hat!

Posted on 07.17.2015

Postcards From the Road

Posted on 07.02.2015

Postcards from The Road

Posted on 06.30.2015

Postcards from The Road

Posted on 08.06.2013

Zen Puppy Vol.2

Posted on 08.05.2013

Zen Puppy Vol.1

Posted on 05.17.2013

Induction Speech and Thank You's from Ann and Nancy

Posted on 10.02.2012

Fanatic out today!

Posted on 05.16.2012

more thoughts

Posted on 03.19.2012

March run...thoughts from Motley Sue

Posted on 12.09.2011

Heart News - December 1983 - A Letter from Lou Wilson - to Ann & Nancy and the fans...

Posted on 10.21.2011

Oz blog 3

Posted on 10.17.2011

Motley Sue - New Zealand Blog 2

Posted on 10.16.2011

Our trip down unda ~ Motley Sue's Blog entry 1

Posted on 07.24.2010

Writing Mistral Wind

Posted on 06.01.2010

Dear class of 2010

Posted on 12.05.2008

funny things that Nancy has said....

Posted on 12.05.2008

Cheerful Earful!

Posted on 08.30.2008

Debbie Shair's Q&A's

Posted on 08.13.2008

man is it hot on the road

Posted on 07.29.2008

Week three already?

Posted on 07.21.2008

As promised - here it is :) Ann's new tattoo.

Posted on 07.11.2008

Summer Tour entry one

Posted on 03.12.2008

Greg Upchurch

Posted on 10.26.2007

Happy Halloween!

Posted on 04.18.2007

Last nights Dreamboat Annie Performance

Posted on 12.05.2006

Impact Awards, May 2nd 2003 [ 12/5/2006 ]

Posted on 10.31.2006

Response to Craig Ferguson, and this year's Halloween Party

Posted on 10.20.2006


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A Sad Note

Posted on 12.20.2005

Holiday Greetings

Posted on 12.20.2005

Holiday Greetings- Posted by : The Band

Posted on 10.31.2005

The annual halloween party

Posted on 10.13.2005

Frank Cox's son Chris - sends us a journal ~ he's a volunteer who has been doing animal rescue

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Hold On

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To our Southern Mongers

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To Carl ~ Posted by : Mike InezHey

Posted on 07.20.2005

Kentucky Derby 2005 - The Last Bash

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Derby Day II

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Kentucky Derby day

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"Bling Bling" The Derby Part 4

Posted on 06.26.2005

Derby Continued (part 3)

Posted on 06.23.2005

Where do i start... part 2

Posted on 06.23.2005

Where do I start...

Posted on 05.29.2005

Nancy and Cameron go to the pacific northwest to show th film and support independant record stores

Posted on 05.16.2005

Scoring Elizabeth Town

Posted on 04.11.2005

Hey There Mongers!~Posted by : Debbie Shair

Posted on 03.29.2005

Spring has sprung

Posted on 03.29.2005

What have I done... Well...since i left the witness protection program...~Posted by : Craig

Posted on 03.23.2005

Mike Inez - checking in

Posted on 12.31.2004

From My family to yours

Posted on 12.31.2004

Mongers of the world unite!

Posted on 10.06.2004

Hellooo heartmongers!!!

Posted on 12.09.2011

Heart News - December 1983 - A Letter from Lou Wilson - to Ann & Nancy and the fans...

Posted by: Ann Wilson

Heart news:  Lou Wilson:  Re:  Wilson Christmas Traditions


13 December, 1983



Dear Ann, Dear Nancy… Dear Ones,


There you are on the road with HEART TOUR ’83 – ’84.  And here we are, John and Lou, counting the concerts until you come home for Christmas.


HEART NEWS has asked me for a word-picture of our Christmas traditions.  I brought out the two big Christmas boxes for mood and inspiration, and there it is again.  Telling of our many, many-splendored Christmases.


The tattered, holly-haired doll, and the other (ugly) one we are going to throw away each year and don’t.  The Swedish candle chimes.  The odd collection of the mismatched, and much loved and worn miniature animals, which comes every year to see the baby Jesus at our crèche (nativity scene).  I recall those times when you two took turns rearranging the crèche to make your adolescent social and political statements.  Next, the elf hat and BIG plastic ears.  And then that collector’s item from reel-to-reel days, the tape of carols which runs out just short of the last crescendo finale.


Among the green and red felt stockings are those with dog names.  E.O., MOFFA, WOMBIE, SHUIE, PILOT, BLUE, CEENA, BUDDY, ARROW, TRUMPET, AMIGO, ZOOEY.  Some now in doggie heaven.  The rest eager for this Christmas’ chew bones.  Remember the year we costumed the dogs and filmed them as a complete manger scene?  And another with puppies eating candy canes from low tree branches?  One Christmas came when we had so many of our (and other’s) dogs, each with a Christmas ribbon, bow, that there was little space left for people.  And later, a year when Nancy gave us the pick of Wombie’s litter of puppies, and we named him Pilot from that track on “Bebe le Strange”. 


Our Christmas trees could never be chosen for the House Beautiful Award.  They start off all right but as we reach deeper into the big boxes, all of those beloved, child-made things and pieces of our history are added and lo, Christmas comes once more.


The tree I remember most vividly is the one Nancy chose and somehow carried home all over her little Toyota.  The tree was enormous and rather round.  It appeared to be a small forest coming down the street with Nancy peeking through the branches to steer it into our driveway.


Carols.  The whole family singing carols for weeks before the big day.  Ann, you always sang “Joyce To The World” and complained because “Teddy Bears’ Picnic” wasn’t considered a Christmas carol.   Nancy, do you remember when you were first learning to talk and to sing you thought it was “Weigh in a Manager”.


I love our special Christmas Eves.  Visits from our own personal “Old Santa” and special others.  The reindeer hoof prints pasted everywhere.  Ann conducting excerpts from Handel’s Messiah played with love on many humazoo kazoos.  The youngest ones choosing “the-gift-I-get-to-open-tonight”.  The midnight candlelight service of Lessons and Carols at our church. The late fireplace-talking and the sweet guitars.


And the presents. All your years of dreaming of real horses and receiving horse statues instead.    Ann’s talking doll, “Noma” and Noma’s replacement, Briane”, when she lost her voice.   Nancy’s “Roscoes” the stuffed horse pillow and “Mogan”, the furry blue dog.   The first guitars and flutes under the tree, and later the finer ones you both excelled.  Ann’s first leather jacket.   The year you two brought the beautiful French blue coat to me from Paris on your first European tour.


Christmas past.  I smile as I think of those years we lived in Taiwan and we built and painted a packing-box fireplace in order to have Christmas, American style.  And Nancy’s third Christmas, when she dressed as a shepherd for the Nursery School play, she smiled knowingly at the audience as she tripped one of the Wise Men with her little shepherd’s crook.


Remember the “Camelot Christmas” at the church?  And the year we took Christmas to the beach house and stayed snowbound there afterward?


And Three years ago, so soon after John Lennon’s death, when shared our mourning for his loss and celebrated his having lived and written his music and message in our time.


Christmas present. Pieces of last year’s “Currier and Ives” farm Christmas at Nancy’s are still in the big box.  A year from now there will be things from this year’s “Dickens Christmas” at Ann’s.


Christmas yet to come will always be our traditional moveable feast of love where people are more important than the presents.  I believe we have learned that God has already “blessed us every one”.


So let the merriment begin!


With so much love,