Tom Petty was late getting to West Virginia. First thing I remember is the video of Refugee. I am sure I saw it on Don Kirshner’s Rock Concert in the early springtime of 1980. From Don’t Do Me Like That to The Waiting to You Got Lucky to Don’t Come Around Here No More to Jammin Me to Last Dance with Mary Jane, the songs are like yellow post-it notes tabbed into a book – they mark all the important passages. He might be the best chorus writer ever.
There’s a quote of his –
“If you’re phony, they will feel it in the farthest row of the arena. You have to really care. And you have to make yourself care time and time again.”
Ever been at a show where you felt that? A little disconnected? Doesn’t matter if it’s an arena or a café or a street corner.
So for anyone who’s reading this – obviously I’m struggling to get my emotions together here in the wee hours following the passing of another artist who sparked changes in the way I thought for nearly 40 years – please know that on behalf of Eve and I that we’re grateful you stop by here on occasion to check on our little duo. Please likewise know that it means something to both of us when you get out with friends and invest an evening with us.
all the vampires walking through the valley
move west down Ventura Boulevard
and all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
all the good girls are home with broken hearts
I wanna glide down over Mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky
I’m gonna free fall out into nothing
gonna leave this world for a while
Rest in peace, Tom Petty.