Tom Petty, RIP…or, not (updated)
Almost 30 years ago, I drove down from Ottawa to TeeDot to see the Replacements open for him. The ‘Mats were drunker than skunks, comme toujours, but I spotted Petty on the side, watching them, laughing his ass off. I liked that.
Anybody who would take the circa-’89 Replacements on tour with them was either (a) crazy or (b) a real rock’n’roller. Tom Petty was the latter.
UPDATE: Um, well, er.



