“Don’t bore us, get to the chorus.” — Tom Petty
Tom Petty was on my musical “bucket list.” I saw him live a few times, and owned several of his albums, including The Traveling Wilburys Volume 1 (perhaps the greatest songwriter supergroup album of all time).
His on-stage presence matched the cool simplicity of his music. He was a songsmith. And he instantly charmed me. One of the first CDs I ever bought was “Damn the Torpedoes,” which I probably listened to hundreds of times.
“Full Moon Fever” saw him peeking into the mainstream at the end of one of the most transformative musical decades ever.
In recent years, I have literally imagined him (along with Bowie and Phil Lesh and a maybe a few others I can’t conjure at the moment) sauntering down the stairs to my little studio, ready to hit the bong and capture some of his musical magic. His death is sad in my musical world.