#Tom Petty & The Hearbreakers

[dearyallfrommatt]

"U.S. Blues”

Another from that Deadicated tribute and another cover from the Mars Hotel album. Fine with me, as I like that record. Anyhow, this is by the Harshed Mellows, who only exist for this one tune. It’s basically three-fours of the Georgia Satellites, three-fifths of Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers, and Atlanta-based vocalist Michelle Malone, who’s played with or written songs for everyone from ZZ Top to the Indigo Girls. For the record, that’s Satellites frontman Dan Baird singing and if you’ve ever heard the ‘80s song “Keep Your Hands To Yourself,” you might recognize his voice.

[jt1674]

[havithreatendub4]

Johnny and #Vanessa Paradis attend the #Hollywood Walk of Fame ceremony to honor Johnny on #November 16, 1999 at 7018 Hollywood Boulevard in #Hollywood, California.

It's next to #Tom Petty & the Hearbreakers' star!!!

[theyearofhalloween]

Tom Petty & the Hearbreakers, Mary Jane's Last Dance (1993)

The nightfall

will be comin' soon

[humanmawile]

Station DS9 is back! with political complexity that I hope is intriguing. Featuring Quark, Ezri, Mirror Ezri, Lusara Belli, Rom, Leeta, Vic Fontaine, Julian, Kira, Tuvok and Janeway! Be sure to check out the other episodes in this ongoing series! I’ll be working on my novel more so it may be even longer periods between my episodes. My hours at work are up a lot too and I have other shit going on. Very sorry!

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Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers - She’s the One

I don’t think I’m going to keep this up every day, since I’ll be home for at least two more weeks and probably longer, but as long as I’m on a roll today, I might as well keep going.

Here’s one of the least discussed Tom Petty albums, but one I’ve been going to back to consistently for years. I don’t think he was particularly a fan of this one, but I am.

[eowyndy]

I love that Mike Campbell constantly uploads videos of him having little solo jam sessions to Instagram.

They brighten my day and they come with little gems like today: *strumming* “Oh hey, I’m in tune.” *continues noodling while talking about George Harrison and the Traveling Wilburys*

[pettyappreciation]

Photos © John Siebenthaler

“Once In A Lifetime Gig With The Heartbreakers --

January 5, 2009 | By John Siebenthaler

(updated October 4, 2017) The day I met Tom Petty and his band, April 21, 1985, is a wink of an eye in terms of time passing. About the same age, I was a different person then. I don’t think he was. Unassuming, approachable, personable. Genuine comes to mind, 30-plus years later.

I was a student at the University of Florida when he was taking his first steps on a road that didn’t come with any guarantee. We had Gainesville in common.

There wasn’t any pretense, no vulgarity, no need to act out in order to compound who he was — celebrity aside, he was a good ol’ boy indeed. A life well lived. A life cut short.

(ST. PETE BEACH, FL) I wasn’t a huge Tom Petty fan in ’85, with the major exception of his trademark hit, ‘American Girl.’ I tapped my toes because of its track back to Gainesville and for me a connection to Dubs rock ’n roll go-go girl hangout on 441, out on the the outskirts of town, a spectacular backbeat, and of course that whacked out intro. Toss in the slightly out-of-synch harmonies and you’ve got a not-so-instant classic.

When I got a call to shoot a gig at the Don CeSar hotel in St. Pete Beach I thought, ‘Yeah, ok, no big deal.’ In all the years before and since, I’d only been there once — to shoot a friend’s wedding (his third but not last) just the month before.

Bulldozing The Don

I showed up at the Don on time, nonchalantly headed to the desk, pointed to my equipment, and asked where I could find The Band. Yeah, right. No, seriously. Uh, here’s my driver’s license? Okay then just call the room. Turns out, they did. And just like that I was in.

The deal was, Tom had broken his famous hand a few months before and this was the first time since his surgery anyone would have any idea of whether or not he’d still be able to play. Hard to believe now, but before round-the-clock cable blabbermouths hooked mostly on self-adoration and stupidity, it was possible to embargo news to either prevent or spur speculation.

So there I was to record the moment of truth, shooting stock on a referral from Tampa buddy and ace studio shooter Terry Drymon. (Terry had an infamous art collection of model’s other lips on the wall of his studio dressing room. First timers there couldn’t quite figure out how the lipstick impressions on cocktail napkins were created.)

Just me, and MTV in full music video production mode. Which obviously was a huge clue if you were wondering whether or not there was any doubt about whether or not Tom still had a career. I wasn’t that sharp.

The Way It Was, Then

In 1985, there weren’t any automated digital point and shoots, no desktop publishing, no built-in templates and, for purposes of this little tale, no Photoshop.

Neither were there personal computers, damn few cell phone bricks, and fax machines were a status symbol that weighed a ton and cost a fortune.

Photoshoots were covered the old-fashioned way: load up on film, make sure you had backup metering, check your automatic lenses to make sure they would, in fact, automatically stop down to the set aperture when the shutter banged across and then reopen, load everything up and haul the assorted luggage around, through, up and down whatever obstacles popped up.

What I remember is, as metering — first analog, then digital — became more precise, so too did the fanatic obsessive-compulsive behavior to constantly check the reflected light. Not like anything would be changing if, for instance, the assignment would take place on a penthouse patio underneath a brilliant and beautifully beachy Florida spring day.

Lets just say for the sake of discussion we’d be shooting Ektachrome 200, which in this instance would come out to something around f8-11 at 1/500th. More or less, with no bounce off the Astroturf, as it was then referred to, covering the patio.

You With the Band?

I met Wish, who starred as Alice in “Don’t Come Around Here No More,” in the elevator. I didn’t know. This being my first, and last, exclusive assignment shooting a genuine superstar rock group I was more than a little apprehensive. It was only when we both got off on the top floor, me rolling my case dolly, that I figured out she was with the band and proceeded to follow her to the room.

There wasn’t any pretense about the group. The atmosphere was relaxed, the mood laid back, and I was silently praying to the Kodak gods that my putting off overdue lens overhauls wouldn’t catch up with me today. Please, let me capture something worth smiling about.

We mostly waited while the video crew finished laying track and setting lights. When they were satisfied, the band and one way out-of-water photographer headed out onto the patio and in the next few moments I was introduced to the difference between top of their game professional musicians and club bands playing covers. Bang! Straight into ‘American Girl’ and immediately everyone was grinning like Santa came early and the tooth fairy left Travelers Cheques. One word describes the sound — tight. Yeah, these guys really are that good.

Like rock, don’t like rock, it was infectious. Here we were on a beautiful sunny spring day in Florida, on top of a four-star hotel looking out on the intercoastal in one direction and the Gulf of Mexico in the other. About three or four songs into a set that would last nearly two hours, the guests gathered around the pool were trying to figure out what the hell was going on. They knew the music was pouring down from the heavens, but how? Time passed and soon boaters who’d been chased down by their pals began rafting up on the beach and before long you could definitely say…it was a concert.

I kept shooting throughout, even though about the only thing that changed was when Orlando’s Channel 9 chopper dropped in out of the clouds, adding their whap-whap-whap to the band’s output. And then it was over. Hotel security finally decided they’d had enough of the complaints and called the show. Late that same afternoon I shoved however many rolls through the film drop at the lab over in Tampa.

A few weeks later I’d watch along with 60 or 70 million other close friends as the Heartbreakers kicked it in Philly for the American finale to the Live Aid session that started in London.

At the time I was riding a 92-inch Harley Shovel “Blue Pearl” chop, featuring full frontal Frazetta-style airbrushed nudity on the tanks with drag bars and pipes to match the attitude. Riding home from the bar that night all I could hear was a song about an American girl, out on 441. And I sorta’ understood what it was all about.” - http://siebenthalercreative.com/ 

[thoughtsthatstray]

Mike Campbell singing another song for his friend Tom

“Runnin’ Down a Dream” by The Dirty Knobs

[plakatierenverboten]

Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers (with Eddie Vedder): The Waiting

[lonely-t0wn]

32, 33, 35, 36, 39 🎵

32. a song to remind you that everything will be okay

learning to fly by tom petty & the hearbreakers

33. a song that makes you believe in love

can't help falling in love by elvis

35. a song that makes you happy

twist and shout by the beatles. sorry to all the edgelords out there but the beatles do in fact slap

36. a song to crank while driving 80 down a highway

green light by lorde

39. a song you recommend to the person asking this

night so long by haim. idk if you have listened to them before, but the harmonies in this one are stunning and i think it's something you'd appreciate. also eden by sara bareilles, she plays with religious imagery and themes to describe her move out of LA, and i know how much you love some good religious imagery in music!

send me song asks!

[tvblogster]

The Wisdom of Tom Petty

The Wisdom of Tom Petty

“The waiting is the hardest part Every day you see one more card You take it on faith, you take it to the heart The waiting is the hardest part Oh, don’t let it kill you baby, don’t let it get to you Don’t let ’em kill you baby, don’t let ’em get to you I’ll be your breathin’ heart, I’ll be your cryin’ fool Don’t let this go to far, don’t let it get to you.”

Words and Lyrics by Tom Petty

Since…

[natkaos]

Tom Petty

[rolloroberson]

Tom Petty and the Hearbreakers perform on stage during the 1987 Rock 'N' Roll Caravan Tour on June 18, 1987, at the Pine Knob Music Theatre in Clarkston, Michigan. (Photo by Ross Marino/Getty Images)

[awsteen]

Mar(ina)

Send me your name and I’ll make a playlist with those letters

M. My Sharona - The Knack

A. American Girl - Tom Petty and the Hearbreakers

R. Radio-Active - DE’WAYNE

I. I Like Me Better - Lauv

N. Non, je ne regrette rien - Édith Piaf

A. A.M - One Direction

Gracias amiwa :$ besito

[doraemonmon]

Tom Petty and the Hearbreakers