Elvis was my first, soon followed by KISS. I don’t know exactly when, but a few years before 1979, I discovered the transcendent power of Rock and Roll. It seemed like everywhere we moved, everybody else had a friend they’d known since near birth, save for me. I may not have been shy, but I was definitely insecure. I grew up a military brat, which meant that I was constantly the new kid in town. Petty’s music on my life, you’d have to go back to a skinny, little 14-year-old sitting in his room cranking the stereo. Two artists that on the exterior seem vastly different, but upon inspection share a lot of similarities. In fact, the only death I can remember hitting me harder was that of John Lennon. ![]() Yesterday’s news of his passing, while it obviously didn’t overshadow the horrific events in Las Vegas, hit me as hard as any “celebrity death” that I can recall. Petty, as my wife christened him, played such a large role in my life that I could not not write about him. ![]() It seems like I’ve been writing a few too many of these memorial type things as of late.
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