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A Little Tom Petty Love

One of the gifts my dad gave me (and I'm sure he has no idea) is a love for this guy:

Anytime I hear Tom Petty on the radio, I can't help but smile.  There's something about his music and the way it takes me back to my dad strumming on his guitar as a kid that makes my <3 happy.  There aren't many artists of his time who can say that they've pretty much stayed away from crazy and can keep rocking!  When he played the halftime show of Superbowl XLII, I was completely awed.  Especially since most of their half time shows over the last several years have left much to be desired.  I digress....  I've never gotten to see him in concert, but I would LOVE to!  It's on my bucket list for sure!

Here's a list of some of my FAVORITES of his (sorry about the quality of some of these videos):

I Won't Back Down
Free Fallin'
American Girl
You Wreck Me
Learning to Fly
Mary Jane's Last Dance
Yer So Bad  

Do you have any favorite bands that remind you of a time in your life??


  1. I had no idea! I love him, too. We got to see him last year and OMG - he's amazing...AMAZING! My favorite concert ever. I even got the t-shirt! :) Hope you get to see him because it is totally worth it!


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