#rip tom petty

[rocknrollflames]

Yer So Bad

- Tom Petty

[bilbao-song]

secret rocker santa participants needed!! (11/17/24)

oookay after another review of the Spreadsheet™, currently we are most in need of fans of following musicians and bands (or even just people with a passing interest in them):

⁃ the who ⁃ emerson lake and palmer ⁃ the velvet underground ⁃ led zeppelin ⁃ supertramp ⁃ queen

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[vomittedsoap]

Heard Yer So Bad on the radio last night driving thru Austin… and the only thing I could think was “omg it’s them…”. Same with Sundown by Gordon Lightfoot.

Also Slide by GooGooDolls but that’s just bc I’ve always thought that song was about a trans woman lmao.

And No I In Threesome by Interpol… and Public Pervert. Basically all Interpol songs.

And Still by Daughter

I could go foreverrrrrrrr

[carbuckety]

Demo for Rattled.

This is my favorite of all the demos. George keeps saying "rattled" when it's the others' turns and he's just the cutest!! Also, wow, Roy only has 1 line but he puts everything he's got into it. Can anyone tell what they say at the beginning?

[ottopilotreturns]

God it's so painful

when something that is so close

is still so far out of reach

[dg-music]

Tom Petty 🕊🖤

20 octobre 1950 / 2 octobre 2017

[subtlesolitude-tailoredtaste]

Prince, Tom Petty, Steve Winwood, Jeff Lynne, more - "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" | 2004 Induction

♥️♥️♥️♠️📿📿📿

Rock & Roll Hall of Fame

PRINCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!✨✨✨✨✨✨

[darkesttimelinesblog]

I’m in agony and pain right now

[tuuneoftheday]

Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers - Swingin'

[greensparty]

Remembering David Leland 1941-2023

We're now in 2024, but there's one last 2023 obit I need to post. British Actor / screenwriter / director David Leland has died at 82.

He acted in tons of films including the puppeteer in Time Bandits. He worked on a ton of films produced by George Harrison's production company Handmade Films and became close friends with him. They collaborated on a number of music videos: The Traveling Wilburys' "Handle with Care", "She's My Baby", and "Inside Out" and Tom Petty's "I Won't Back Down" (featuring Harrison and Ringo Starr). He also directed Paul McCartney's "Brown Eyed Handsome Man". After Harrison passed away in 2001, Leland directed the concert film Concert for George, of the 2002 tribute concert.

The link above is the obit from Variety.

[carbuckety]

Demo for End Of The Line.

This is the most drastically different demo from the finished product out of all of them, I think, aside from Dirty World. The lyrics are still unfinished so there's a lot of silences, and a couple of lines are changed.

[ofstarsandskies]

Though he appreciates Lady Edna's attempt to sorta console him on his herculean task, Ludger can't say he's as hopeful as before he learned the truth. Glenwood's a massive continent; even if he ran on little sleep and no breaks, he could still miss Lord Zaveid by a thousand miles. Why must his good deeds in particular go unpunished?

But Lady Edna offered a Plan B as well: live bait. Ludger would've entertained it until the note about peeking on the girls sauna was tacked on. No lady, even his worst enemies, deserves to be ogled by... how did Victor put it when someone put a move on Lara once? "A lecherous scumbag", if he's remembering right.

'Feels icky to use somebody as ogling bait. Especially for a "lecherous scumbag". But guess could ask Nova as last resort since he likes meeting "hot studs".' Maybe then she'd stop her ogling of Julius. Ludger can't talk to her for more than a few minutes before he gets questions about his brother. Maybe this bitter pill would teach her what lies in the future.

His little nickname story ending so abruptly does catch Lady Edna's curiosity. Well... here it goes! 'So you know how stars light our world when it's at its darkest? And they're always above us even when we can't see them? I want to be like that one day: bringing hope to my friend's worst days even when I'm far away.'

Ludger expects much finger pointing and remarks if he's a five-year-old for the cheesy reasoning. But that's his lot in life: being a big ol' cheese wheel who spawns more cheese whenever he opens his mouth. Sure someone out there that isn't his brother likes his brand of cheese.

'Know I have a long way to go. But dreams can reach high right? d( ᵕ꒳ᵕ)ಇ Just hope Nii-san will be there to tell me I did a good job. He works himself WAY too hard.'

Ludger then set his notepad down to pour the chestnuts and syrup into a spacious container. Though before he covered it with a cooking cloth to let them marinate, he scooped a bit of syrup onto the ladle and offered it to Edna as a taste of what's to come. Too bad he couldn't make the actual soaking process faster; his Chromatus wasn't developed like Victor's or Nii-san's to pull anything so cool and suave...

'While this sits, what do you do when you're relaxing in your humble slice of home?'

She gives him an annoyed look for the loud 'clang' noise, but still squints at his writing ( it must've been very shocking to him since the letters look shaky ) and answers, ❛  Well, that's what I think at least. Who knows. It could take 10 days; it could take weeks; it could take months—you could say the 'sky's the limit' for a wind seraph who's traveling the world by himself, I guess.  ❜ The wind is free, after all. ❛  But again, that's just what I think. Maybe he's miraculously nearby for all we know. Either way, good luck.  ❜ 

Then she grimaces in disgust. ❛  Or maybe just bait him to come to you instead if you're not willing to spend so much time on him. The lousy bum can't resist a pretty woman, unfortunately. After all, I wouldn't expect anything less from a dummy who tries to use his wind to peek at girls in the sauna.  ❜  She'll let him process this information however he wants to. ( Thank Maotelus that Lailah 'burned' those winds, though. Edna still doesn't know how that works, but she will never complain about it. It gave her peace of mind that day. ) ❛  So yes, bring a girl with you when you go to him. Zaveid, I mean. That's as benevolent as I'll be with helping.  ❜ As for Meebo, she assumes he's the easier one to find anyway. Any ruins site is fair to pick from.

❛  Don't get the wrong idea. I just didn't want to say 'Ludger' so many times. It can be a mouthful,  ❜ she complains halfheartedly, sulking to herself. He likes the name. He actually likes it. That's certainly a first. That did not make her feel a bit pleased just now. Totally not. She's just glad that someone finally understands the greatness of her nicknames. 

❛  'Luds' would sound better as 'Luddy.' 'Luncher' sounds like it only applies to lunch. What about breakfast and dinner, or even snack time? ...And you have a cat named Lulu?  ❜ Like owner, like pet, she supposes. Though, at the last one, she is raising an eyebrow. The curiosity pokes at her. She stares at the message, then squints at him suspiciously. ❛  ...'Star' doesn't even rhyme with your name, so how could you say that and not explain it now that you brought it up? That's as bad as Lailah making up random songs whenever someone asks her about Maotelus.  ❜ It's not an outright demand for an explanation since she knows she isn't a 'best friend' to him, but it shows enough curiosity from her end. Is it something embarrassing or something?

[leatherpearlslace]

Kings Highway - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

[urgeforgoing]

well she was an american girl raised on promises she couldn’t help but think there was a little more to life somewhere else after all it was a great big world with lots of places to run to and if she had to die trying she had one little promise she was gonna keep !!!!

[hopelessmidwesterner]

Behind the Scenes

Drew Starkey x AFAB Reader

swearing, allusions to sex (minors DNI, 18+!!), themes of anxiety, alcohol use, reader is a PA for an entertainment magazine/publication and she's chronically offline, use of Y/N, lotta awkwardness, i think that's it???

2.5k words (holy shit this got away from me)

(very VERY loosely inspired by the fact that Drew follows/hopefully listens to Fleet Foxes lmfao)

You have a one night stand with some guy you meet at a concert. Thinking nothing of it, you leave and go to work for a high stakes shoot. What happens when he shows up as the main attraction, though?

7:54 A.M.

Mourning doves crowed, the noise poking through the fog of your mind that felt thicker than glue as you teetered between sleep and consciousness. Your head was killing you and the mere sight of the sun that snuck its way past the curtains only made it worse. Fuck, you were hungover on a weekday of all days.

Way to fucking go, Y/N. You couldn’t even remember most of last night. Not anything past 9:00 P.M., anyway. You certainly couldn’t recall coming home. 

Wait a minute. Home. 

Your eyes shot open despite the amount of utter agony it caused and you scanned the room. The room that definitely was not your own. Great. You’d gone home with someone, too. At least I got laid, you thought as you took in the scenery around you. You remembered meeting a guy at the concert very vaguely but the memories stopped there and you were trying (but failing) to spark something based on his bedroom.

The room was unassuming and what you’d expect from a guy around your age. The walls were painted a royal blue and they were dressed minimally with an array of posters and similar decor. The posters were from movies you’d never heard of (Films that appeared to be about war and lewd comedy. The two basic genres of “man movies”.) and bands that took you by surprise. You’d expected hard rock or 80s glam.

That was your usual type of guy, metalheads that didn’t know the meaning of the word commitment, but quite the opposite was present here. Pictures of Fleet Foxes, The Avett Brothers, Tom Petty, Joni Mitchell, and The Band surrounded you while you sat up on your elbows with deepened confusion. 

You’d slept with a guy who liked folk? Really? He had to be some granola, hippie looking motherfucker…right?

A gravelly rumble of a noise buzzed from beside you and your gaze finally flicked over to the man in question. You’d never seen him before but Los Angeles was a huge city, to be fair. His hair was buzzed, something you’d never quite been into but it worked on him really well. You stared at him for a moment then another, watching as he slept with his face squished into his pillow. He was far too close to you for your liking considering you didn’t even know his name so you wiggled away just in time for your phone to vibrate from under your own pillow. You froze with horror but he didn’t move. Hell, he didn’t even stir. Sighing from relief, you plucked the device up rather haphazardly but your breath caught in your throat when you saw the time of 8:00 A.M. 

Fuck, you were late.

Frantically but with stealth, you scrambled out of bed and found your clothes from the night before. It was a leather skirt, a white turtleneck, tights, and a pair of Mary Jane’s (well, the tights were ripped right at the crotch but that’s neither here nor there). You hoped to God your car was outside since you kept a spare outfit in there and you stumbled out of this guy’s room with a last minute swipe to your purse.

Once you tripped and cursed your way through a long, dimly lit hall and down some rather extravagant looking stairs, you found the front door of the house in an echo-y foyer and shoved your way outside. The place itself was huge and that was even more prominent from the outside. It was a towering condo in a development that was much nicer than the neighborhood you lived in. Perfect bushes, green grass, cars way above your paygrade. The sight of your dinky car beside his own, sleek looking Bronco was comical but it filled you with utter joy. 

Thank the goddamn stars. 

9:01 A.M.

Somehow, you made it to work only five minutes past call time. That was mostly because that guy lived near Beverly Hills so the drive was only around twelve minutes rather than the usual thirty.

Maybe you should’ve taken bigger advantage of the fact that you slept with a rich dude but you’d never been that sort of person and today you had much bigger fish to fry. Some A list actor was the subject in question for this morning’s shoot and everyone was acting like a chicken with their head cut off. The producer, the cameramen, the creative director, the interns, the sound operator. You had no clue why but it helped your case since everyone was too panicked to scold you for your tardiness.

You’d never even heard the name before this shoot popped onto your schedule a few weeks before so you were cool as a cucumber as you took the crew’s coffee orders and moved a few light stands. The other PA on set, Jazmine, filled you in on the actor in question while you both tidied up the hair and makeup room in preparation. 

“Oh come on Y/N. You’ve seen him before.” She insisted while restocking the snack bin in the room’s far corner. You shook your head and laughed, clueless as ever. 

“Nope. I’ve never even heard of him.” Jazmine stared at you like you’d grown a pair of horns but it didn’t bother you, you were used to such a reaction. It was just another day at work for you and it’s not like being a PA was your dream. You wanted to write and direct but alas, it was impossible to get your foot in that kind of door even with the background you had so you were sort of stuck. Eventually, the walkie on your hip buzzed and she froze as the voice of the receptionist up front droned through the room. 

“Reception to Y/N. Mr. Starkey and his agent are here.” You scoffed at Jazmine, lifting the device to your mouth as you began to make your way back from set and to the main thrum of the office. She grimaced whereas you gave a shit eating smirk, reveling in it just a little bit. 

“Heard. Be there in two.” 

You made it to the front desk in less than that, clipboard in hand while you internally gave yourself a motivational speech. Sure, you had no clue who this Drew Starkey guy really was but he was clearly a big deal and you could not fuck this up. You were also naturally on the shy side which wasn’t a wanted trait in this business. Double whammy. 

Don’t be awkward. For the love of God please don’t say anything dumb. Jesus, you should’ve done your research last night instead of getting shitfaced at the concert. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

“Hi! You must be Sharron and Drew!” You addressed the agent first since the actor, Drew, was mingling around in the corner with one of the office interns. His back was to you but you usually avoided eye contact with strangers since it made you queasy, anyway. 

“Yes, hi!” Sharron shook your hand with a firm grip and you watched Drew turn around in your peripheral, stalking towards the two of you.

“My name is Y/N, welcome! I’ll bring you guys back to set but uh I’m a PA so if you need anything at all just give me a holler.” You put on your best customer service smile and turned to greet Drew like you’d done with Sharron but then your heart stopped beating. At least, it felt that way. 

Drew was familiar. His blue eyes were the color of the sea, staring deep into you in a manner that made your stomach do cartwheels and extravagant backflips while he stuck his hand out halfway. 

Oh my fuck. Drew was the guy. The guy you’d fucking slept with last night. The guy whose bed you woke up in this morning. This wasn’t happening. No way. It couldn’t be. 

“H…hi.” He stammered. He clearly recognized you back and you grimaced but recovered quickly. Maybe if you feigned oblivion then he’d think the same. 

“Hi.” You shook his hand much quicker than you had Sharron’s then whipped around, counting your breaths to make sure you weren’t dying. 

“You guys can um…follow me this way.” 

11:48 A.M.

Drew was off his game for a while. You gaslit yourself into thinking he was just an awkward guy but from Sharron’s constant mutterings to him about if he got enough sleep last night to Jazmine’s gossip about how he seemed anxious, it was difficult to keep doing that.

You figured he slept around a lot so this shouldn’t have been anything particularly nerve wracking for a hot shot bachelor of his caliber but the proof was in the pudding. He seemed to be staring at you every single time you grew the courage to glance his way, even throughout the interview itself when he was on camera, and it made you want to crawl out of your skin. He looked at you weirdly, like he was trying to get a read on you instead of simply looking to see if it was actually you or an insane doppelganger.

This was worse than any walk of shame you’d ever done (which wasn’t many, to be frank) and in turn, you busied yourself like the most annoying of workaholics throughout the entire shoot. Water refills, emptying trash cans, you name it and you were doing it like an irritating bee that never stopped buzzing around so you wouldn’t lose your mind over this. 

Once the shoot was over, you threw Jazmine a bone and let her take the wheel with Drew and Sharon while you cleaned up the leftover equipment and coffee cups that were scattered about. Anything to keep you away from him. He wasn’t scary by any means but this situation was beyond unprofessional and it could very well cost you your job if you handled it poorly.

“What’s got you so on edge?” Jazmine teased you once you both finished up. The set was cleared of people by this point and there wasn’t much left to do aside from locking up. You shrugged, not daring to even open your mouth about this. 

“Just one of those days, I guess.” You said with a quick flip to the lights. The entire studio went dark and you both cautiously made your way to the main door. You felt relieved now that he was gone and you’d survived it but that anxiety lingered. What if he told someone like his agent or your boss? It’d be doomsday. 

“Well, at least the day’s over! You wanna grab lunch or something? We could try that new cafe place down in Glendale or…” She began to ramble about the possibilities while you spilled into the hallway. You half listened and half sorted through the array of keys in your possession but then a voice called out to you and they fell to the ground because of your newfound shakiness. 

“Y/N! Hey!” Drew was still here. Not only was he here but he was jogging towards you after seemingly waiting around at the end of the corridor with Sharron.

Oh my fucking god.

You froze even once he was knelt down and picked the keys up for you, unsure if you should run or just turn to dust right before him. Jazmine watched and eavesdropped, taking deliberate steps away to give you guys space. She was confused but intrigued.

“Thanks.” You murmured once he pressed them into your palm. He nodded, watching you quizzically while you turned away from him to lock the door. 

“Don’t sweat it. I uh…I just kinda wanted to wait around so I could talk to you.”

“Talk to me about what?” Play dumb, play dumb, play dumb. He scoffed and nervously teetered his weight from foot to foot like he was struggling to find the right words. Only when you met his gaze again did he speak. 

“Well…several things but I guess first and foremost…the pair of hoop earrings on my nightstand? And the pair of tights I owe you?” He whispered it so nobody else, not even Jazmine, would hear but that didn’t stop you from turning beet red. He didn’t mention your embarrassment, taking a route that was more casual since being a flirt (like last night) would most likely turn you into a worried puddle. 

“So um…” He cleared his throat, gesturing towards Jazmine with a grin that turned her insides into mush. “Maybe we could talk about that over lunch? Unless…you two have plans already or something?” You went to say yes, that you did in fact have plans, but Jazmine and her big fucking mouth jumped on things first. 

“Oh, she’s got her whole afternoon free. Go ahead.” She winked at you, thinking she was being your wingwoman, and flaunted away with the wrongest of all wrong ideas in her mind. 

Could this day get any worse? 

“You don’t have much of an out now, do you?” He smirked and you started to recognize the subtle charm he had now that you were alone. It was probably what even got you to talk to him in the first place. 

“Guess not but uh…you don’t have to replace my tights or do…this.” You pointed between the two of you but his cheeky smile never faded. It bloomed, in fact. 

“Well what if I want to do this? I think it’s only fair since I made you a nervous wreck all shoot, huh?”

“You didn’t make me a–”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay, sure…Are you in or do you want me to fuck off? Be honest.”

A moment of furthered awkwardness wavered in the air but you took the time to think. To actually think not just about the bad potential consequences of your actions but also the good. There must’ve been a reason you went home with him last night, something you didn’t do much. 

“Fine…Watch yourself, though.” He flashed a mouth of pearls as if he’d just won the lottery and he held his hands up in a mock-surrender. 

“Yes, ma’am. Whatever you say.” 

You scowled but led the way, already rethinking your answer. This guy better not be a disappointment, you thought. But something, you weren’t sure what, told you that that shouldn’t have been a worry at all.

You were in deep already and you didn’t even fucking know it. 

[duranduratulsa]

Here is this week's SiriusXM 90s on 9 Preferred Artists...

1. Seal (13 appearances)

2. Whitney Houston (10 appearances)

3. Mariah Carey, Ace of Base (8 appearances)

4. Tom Petty (7 appearances)

5. Boyz II Men, Aerosmith, Monica (6 appearances)

#90s #90sfest #durandurantulsas4thannual90sfest #SiriusXMRadio #90son9 #siriusxm90son9 #seal #whitneyhouston #RIPWhitneyHouston #mariahcarey #aceofbase #tompetty #RIPTomPetty #BoyzIIMen #Aerosmith #monica