The first real rock show I attended was in 1995. It was Tom Petty at the old Spectrum in South Philly. He was touring his beautiful Wildflowers record. I realized that night that I wanted to write songs. I wanted to write, and I wanted to rock.
I was lucky enough to catch what would be one of his last shows last week at the Hollywood Bowl.
This one hurts. RIP Mr. Petty. Thanks for the songs and the endless inspiration.