Have an absolutely beautiful rest of your life.
What horrible news... I am gutted. A wonderful human, superb songwriter and someone I was proud to call a friend. Here's a very small sample of some of my favorites.
When posed the question, "What song would you like played at your funeral?" I immediately answered "My Shit's Fucked Up" by the late, great Warren Zevon. This made me think of a few other favorites where "shit" is an essential component. So just in time for Thanksgiving, you may want to play these after "Alice's Restaurant."
What a day... could only be a Monday. As of 9:12pm (ET) it cannot be confirmed that Tom Petty has passed. You would think that in the modern age of instant connections, we would not be as inundated with false reports but these days it's all about the "scoop" and the hell with the facts. In my mind's eye I picture Tom's Willbury brother George taunting him with that famous Monty Python bit from one of the films he financed for them, as he gets ready to welcome him home with Roy, Del and Howie. Prayers for his family, The Heartbreakers and those he kept close. Truly one of a kind and part of a breed that is vanishing from our planet.
For the first time in many years I've had the opportunity to really take a break from what I do for a living, without dental reconstruction, illness or death/crisis in the family being the reason. Whew. These past five days are likely the longest consecutive stretch of time since February of 2001 that I have given my ears and brain a break on purpose. I rebooted. I needed it. We all do. That's not to say music wasn't played, quite the contrary since in my world music is as essential as air. But I only listened to exactly what I wanted to hear, without a thought of pleasing anyone but me. What a selfish twit, eh? Speaking of Twits, is it just me or is every day in the good ol' USA feeling more and more like it was written and directed by Rod Serling? I have never been more ashamed to be an American, or more afraid, and I came of age in the Nixon years.
This is some of the stuff played this week to calm my nerves and inspire a smile.
The first concert t-shirt I ever owned was the mushroom logo of The Allman Brothers Band. Back in those days we didn't subject music to hyphen filled genre and sub-genre definitions that are all the rage these days. It was simply Rock, Blues, Jazz, Country, R&B/Soul, Folk and Classical. The Allman Brothers utilized every single one of them, but their most important aspect was that they could play their asses off. They survived what appeared to be one tragedy after another, but now their heart and soul has left for the after party in the sky and there is simply no way their journey can continue. But thankfully their music will never leave us. Here's a few tunes that I needed to hear today.
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