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:blackr:Tom Petty:blackr:

Oct 20, 1950 - Oct 2, 2017

(Fellow gravedigger, btw)

I was in high school when "You Don't Know How It Feels" came out. The student-run news program used a clip of the song as the intro to their broadcast one morning, and my whole classroom started singing along, "let's get... to the point, let's roll... another joint."

And then it was a big school-wide scandal, and the news crew wasn't allowed to use music with lyrics anymore. Good times.

Three down two to go, Dylan is 76 and lynne is near 70.

It's true, there ain't a lot o' Wilburys left.:(

I'm sad. I never got to see Tom Petty in concert.

I'm affected. Famous people dying don't usually bother me very much.

Ol, Tom was making the same music at the end that made him famous in the beginning, and he was still relevant.

I only know of one person who didn't like Tom Petty. My wife's aunt loathed him. I have no idea why.

I liked him. He seemed like the kind of a guy you would want as a friend.

He's always been in play rotation in our house.

Tom Petty once got me laid.

It was this song that done the trick:

Makes no sense. I suspect she would not be enjoyable to be around. Like a person that looks for bad in everything.

The thing about Petty's stuff is that it always seems absolutely genuine.

Also he was an outstanding talent at getting the exact right guitar sound for a song.

She's a fine person, but quirky.

Still, it makes no sense.

I think it doesn't have anything to do with Tom Petty, rather she has a specific psychological trauma which is peripherally associated with Tom Petty. Example: she had an abusive boyfriend who listened to Tom Petty. Or, she was at a bank robbery and almost lost her life --while a Tom Petty song was on the radio. Afterwards, compartmentalization kicks in, and Tom Petty is stored in the "inaccessible file" that contains the bad memory. Thus, Tom Petty is a pointer to a locked file. Tom Petty = [error message]

I will grant you, I always found his face to be creepy beyond belief. The stringy hair, and the gaunt cheeks--straight up murderin' hillbilly aesthetic. But as long as I avoided the music videos, it was fine.

I agree with Flint.

Apparently my little brother grew up in a different house than me. We were comparing notes on Petty and he revealed that Mom gave him a pretty thorough break down of why Learning to Fly is so real. This was around the time he told her he was an atheist and she didn't flinch. many layers...