Funny story in 1994 we bought a little rambler on a dead end street on old scenic hill in Kent, Washington. Walking down the street one of the first evenings I come to the end of the street and up against a tall wire fence, overgrown field inside and a peekaboo view of a Tudor style manor house and detached carriage house barn. Coming from the carriage house is the plaintive but absolutely shredded wail of the Heart Barracuda riffs... I remarked to my wife, whoever is playing is better than Heart... she said, oh that is Howard Leese, Hearts’ guitar player.... I walked a lot more after that...
