Yes, it was old school week around here. I haven't been to an arena show in
years. Never been to the super drum. And now, here I am, twice in one week. Arena shows are what I grew up on. It's what you do when you grow up in a small farming town in Iowa, and the closest metropolis (if one could call it that) is Omaha. And, it's the late 80s. So, as you might imagine, I saw my fair share of big hair and cock rock. However, a constant beacon of sweet badness beamed through all of that hairspray and cocaine, and that bright light was
Tom Petty. And the Heartbreakers, of course. And, I still love them.
Saturday night's show was like a campfire sing-along, and I was surprised I still knew all of the words to the classics. Thanks to endless hours driving around on country roads, and thanks to my high school boyfriend, no doubt, who was a huge Petty fan. Those lyrics will probably continue to bounce around in my head for days...
You're so bad, Tom Petty. In a world gone mad, you're so bad.
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