Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers are my second favorite band of all-time. I’ve listened to every one of their albums, and ninety-nine percent of the time I will be down to grab a beer, kick off my shoes and listen to Tom tell me his girl’s coming. The Heartbreakers are like an electric blanket, a hug, and a shower. They reassure us, remind us of better times. Put on a little Tom Petty and you’ll find yourself toe-tapping along, maybe impulsively baking some chocolate chip cookies.
But they’re still not my favorite band. That honor belongs to Blind Melon. Sure, they may not be the Beatles, but “No Rain” was the first song that ever made me listen, really listen to the music, the production, the vocals. I’ve listened to every CD they ever released at least twenty times. I own their Grammy-nominated DVD. See how much of a nerd I am? I have to put Grammy-nominated in. That’s how much I love this band. I would insert a completely unnecessary compliment, even though it arguably makes for bad syntax. I wouldn’t do that for Tom Petty. And neither would you.
You probably love Tom Petty too, maybe even own most of his Cds. Maybe you lost your virginity with Tom’s voice in the background. Maybe you bonded with your sister over the lyrics to “Runnin’ Down A Dream.” Tom Petty has probably provided the soundtrack to at least one positive memory. But there’s someone else…because The Heartbreakers are your second favorite band.
Everyone’s second favorite band of all-time is Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers. I hate to say it, really. Tom Petty is a legend, a true pioneer, but he’s so goddamn likeable that everyone else has found something they like slightly more. Ask a crowd of people at a party who they can all agree on. More often than not, the answer will be Tom Petty. He’s universal and mainstream, yet still a little bit of a rebel. The pot-smoking, long-haired individualist who croons about American girls and not backing down. Tom Petty is the Fourth Of July, most people’s second favorite holiday; he’s picnics, the second most popular family activity; and he’s the guy you love more than anything else in the world, but still can’t marry.
I love you, Tom. But you’ll always be the bridesmaid.
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