blatantly bad 70s music: heartbeat (it’s a love beat) (defranco family)
yes, dear brother larry: this is my hunky heartthrob from the ’70s. thanks for the email request. how. did. you. know?
wherefore art thou now, defranco family? thy matching bell-bottom pantsuits, thy coordinated dance routines, thy canadian attempts to emulate the osmond / partridge / jackson family? where are thee, tony… marisa… nino… merlina… and benny?
well, look no further: they’re here. tony’s selling real estate and apparently managing the family’s image. and as for the others, well, not exactly clear from the website what they are doing, other than hopefully coasting a little bit from this monster hit of 1973. if no one ripped them off, that is.
in 1973, when i wasn’t basically still crying about the beatles breakup (which i did for about 10 years or so — did i mention i was a weird kid?), my little-girl-self was busy watching the partridges. i’ve bravely broken my silence about my well-known crush on keith partridge david cassidy. i read my tiger beat and 16 magazines, and i was damn well mad when tony defranco took up any real estate away from my man, especially when he was playing a watered-down version of a partridge song — playing along with hal blaine and the others who also backed the partridges, i believe!
oh, the humanity!
this song is better suited as a tv sitcom theme song. whenever i hear it, i think it should have ended up on love, american style. yep. i can handle about 30 seconds of it and then my head goes numb.
my hunky heartthrob. feh! big brother, you’re probably still pining away for marie osmond.