Tom Petty died twice yesterday. It wasn’t his intention, I’m sure. I’m betting he’d have liked more time, but who knows. Nonetheless, it was classic rock-n-roll, to have rumored death, before the true event.
One of my favorite radio stations, WRSI, has been playing tribute all morning, and I love hearing his voice through song.
My youth was filled with his music, and I still sing Free Falling with abandon, holding nostalgia as well as immediacy.
I loved his work with the Traveling Wilburys too, and half their group is now gone.
This is life. It ends sooner than we think, and often before we’d like.
Rock on, Tom. You’ll be missed.
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