I don’t remember exactly when I first heard Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers. I do remember back in junior high school, having an acquaintance who was fast on the way to becoming one of my closest friends talking Petty up enthusiastically–along with other bands I had not yet heard of, like Elvis Costello, The Pretenders, and Rockpile. Shortly thereafter, I was walking around with the organ riff from “Don’t Do Me Like That” on auto-play in my head.
I was not a fan the way my friend was–is, but I certainly liked what I heard. I saw Petty for the first time at Madison Square Garden in the mid-80s, backing Bob Dylan. The Petty & the Heartbreakers segment of the show was miles above the Dylan segment. (though Petty had certain vocal stylings similar to Dylan–hello, singing through the nose–the key difference was that Petty sang so you could understand him. Dylan almost seemed to go out of his way to be incomprehensible.) I didn’t see him in concert again for more than twenty years, by which time the band was (incredibly) past thirty. And while the show never felt like some tired, “We’re in it for the money here’s a bunch of oldies for ya” thing (the band was promoting a new album at the time and played four songs from it during the set), you knew every song. And they were all good.
After forty years, Petty was apparently planning to call it quits on the major touring and was looking forward to spending more time with the family and doing…well, whatever it is rock stars do when they ‘retire’. This usually involves a quiet period followed by an unexpected album and tour. Sadly, we’ll never get to see that. Thanks for the memories and music (and those goofy appearances on It’s Garry Shandling’s Show).
In Other News…
Yes, I’m going to get political. The Trump administration continues using “religious freedom” as cover for its assault on “others.” Last week saw the announcement of new rules allowing employers to not offer contraceptives/birth control as part of health insurance based on religious or moral objections. Never mind that this impacts some 55 million women, and will likely result in a huge uptick in unplanned pregnancies and abortions (at least until the GOP finds a way to overturn Roe v. Wade and brings us one step closer to the Christian Sharia they seem to crave). Meanwhile, last week the Department of Justice has taken the position that civil rights laws don’t apply to transgender people from discrimination at work.Now, this would be fine if the DOJ’s position was that Congress should take action to extend that protection, but what’s the likelihood of that? And what’s the likelihood that this Congress would do such a thing? Yeah, that’s what I thought.
And, still sticking with politics–in the wake of the horror in Las Vegas this week, I have come up with a way to actually get something done on gun control: convince Trump that the second amendment was written by Obama. You’d see an instantaneous shift in the meaning of “Repeal and Replace.”
Louie DeBrusk was a high energy, low-skill player in the NHL whose best season saw him score eight goals for the Edmonton Oilers in 1992-93. What endeared him to fans wasn’t the 24 goals he scored in 401 games, it was his willingness to fight. DeBrusk racked up 1161 penalty minutes in his career, fighting 214 times.
Jake DeBrusk is Louie’s son. He is not his father. A highly skilled player taken in the first round of the 2015 draft, Jake made his NHL debut with Boston on Thursday night, and provides a feel-good moment in a week that desperately needed feel-good moments (stick with the video):
A priceless moment.
One last bit of hockey news for my Australian reader(s): On Saturday night, Nathan Walker became the first Australian to play in the National Hockey League–and soon thereafter he became the first Australian to score a goal in the National Hockey League! Congratulations to Nathan! [EDIT] I meant to include this, but forgot: the Australian Ambassador to the United States is…Joe Hockey. No kidding!
That’s all I got. Let’s hope this is a better week. How are you all?