It was a lot of beer in game, maybe a bit of grass, in any case an abandoned love and two guitars, I sat next to my friend Alec on floor of his dorm room and played always same three chords he gave me hopeless case patient Trying to teach: D-G-D-A and again Da Capo, half night we schrummelten this episode and sang, “and I’m a bad boy, ‘ cause I don’t even miss her/I’m a bad boy for breaking her heart”. Never again did it feel so nice to be a cliché.
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It must have been 1990, in Eugene, Oregon, Tom Petty had released in previous year his fabulously successful solo album Full Moon Fever, free Fallin’ was new single and was already part of Great American Songbook on west coast. At home in Germany I have never told of my secret weakness for petty, too embarrassingly catchy me chords, to flatten lyrics, to slick sound produced by producer Jeff Lynne, “Heartland Rock” say Americans. And n singer himself: type lanky sourn recourse of Otto Waalkes, with long, blond Spaghettihaaren who were neir well-groomed nor hippiesk matted, with silly hats and tinted spectacles and a always somewhat embarrassing grin, a Rocker of sad figure.
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No, cool was Thomas Earl Petty, when he was born in Gainesville, Florida, 1950 in US state. Also not charismatic-dark as his friend George Harrison or bearded-virile like Lynne or a poet prophet like his traveling Wilburys colleague Bob Dylan. Rar: petty. “Inconsequential, insignificant, small,” says dictionary. A pale superstar, and I sometimes wondered how he was actually in company of all se titans, and as he peeped, he sometimes asked himself that too.
Perhaps this was just Tom Petty secret: that he did not take too seriously, at all exorbitant heights and abysses that his career had to prove. In his music videos he liked to play as a psychedelic fairy-tale uncle, somewhere in mushroom-like Lala between David Lynch, Lewis Carroll and Dr. Seuss. To his overheating I won’t back down he opens as an impresario a magic box in which his faithful backing band until last, Heartbreakers, works as a music Nibelungen. For Dave Stewart produced (and unfortunately ill-aged) Eighties-Dancefloorversuch don’t come around here no more, he personally plays Lewis Carroll Crazy Hatter and remains Alice from Wonderland. And to his version of American Legend of Rise and fall in Hollywood, into great wide open, he differs with role of reader and leaves part of tragic superstars to hobby singer Johnny Depp.
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When 2004 George Harrison was inducted into Rock ‘ n ‘ Roll Hall of Fame, Petty sang with Harrison’s son Dhani, Steve Winwood, Prince and ors while my guitar gently Weeps, so blissfully, as säuselnd as if Sixties had never passed. Towards end of song, Prince plays a guitar solo, which Dear God sometimes watches on YouTube in evening to assure himself that his creation is not quite turn – and petty looks at Prince only mildly amused and sings stoically furr from his The guitar. With similar understatement, he underscored comeback of country-over-far Johnny Cash, accompanied master on his second late produced by Rick Rubin, for a time was probably title of petty cash in conversation, “Porto cashier”; After that, it was called Unchained. Cash returned on his next album with a wonderfully hung, age-wise version of I won’t Back down.
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The great gestures were not Tom Petty’s thing, not even big lyrical throws, but he had self-irony and a knack for se fabulous refrains, which are drilling directly into auditory cortex and nesting re and wanting to be sung all evening. That’s why he was considered one of best songwriters of twentieth century. He knew that free and fallin’, freedom and free fall are so close toger, that in between just three chords fit. And he could sing so melancholy with his deceptively harmless sextaner voice, and heart-crushers modulated in background so glorious harmonies from Beatles/Beach-Boys/Byrds continuum that he was also willing to give him most beautiful rock clichés Bought. “I want to free fall out into nothin’,” sang Tom Petty, D-G-D-A and again da Capo: “Going to leave this world for a while.”
On 2nd of October it was ready. Tom Petty was only 66 years old.
