“Breakdown go ahead give it to me. Breakdown, honey, take me through the night. Breakdoooown, I’m standing here, can’t you see? Breakdown it’s alright. It’s alright.”
That’s my little tribute to Tom Petty, whom I love, and whom I will be seeing tonight live and in person!
I don’t have a bucket list, but if I did seeing Tom Petty in concert would be on it. And tonight, I can die a happy woman. Well, almost. I also have The Stones on the list that doesn’t exist. Still working on that one. And, Steely Dan.
But, Tom. Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom, he’s a classic. And I know virtually every one of his lyrics. Which is something I can’t say for any other artists. Remember that movie, Jumping Jack Flash, with Whoopi Goldgerg back in the 80’s? The part where she was sitting in her cube at work surrounded by Gumby and Garfield and a bunch of fuzzy trolls who were all lined up on her big, boxy, cream-colored computer monitor listening to the title song by the Rolling Stones? She played the song repeatedly, trying to figure out what the hell Mick was saying? “C’mon Mick,” she pleaded. “Help me out.”
That’s how I am with nearly every, single song in the world. I’m like, “What? What did he just say?”
In the case of “Jumping Jack Flash,” I know “She was born in a cross-fire hurricane.” After that I get lost. And let me remind you people that this was before the internet. Whoopi couldn’t just Google it. You actually had to listen to the songs. Over and over and over again. If you wanted any shot at understanding the lyrics, and even then you usually just made your best guess.
I’m impressed with myself when I actually do know any lyrics. And I’m not talking about singing along to the first 5 words and then mumbling the rest to the tune like I do in church when my husband forces me to go or when I’m at a concert where the other hundred thousand people all apparently know every single word to every single song.
Last year I saw Maroon Five with Kelly Clarkson as the opening act. I wasn’t a huge Kelly Clarkson fan before the show, but I am now. That girl’s got talent. I knew some of her songs but not all the lyrics except for “Miss Independent” – that’s my jam – and so I started singing along but quickly ran out of words. Then I just had to go “huh huh huh huuuuh” while looking around at all the people in the amphitheater who were singing along in perfect rhythm and harmony. And I’m thinking, How am I the only one who doesn’t know this stuff? Are they faking it? Because, if they are, they’re doing a damn fine job. Fooled me. When I sing I’m pretty sure I’m not fooling anyone.
Tonight, though, I’m going to sing my little heart out, proudly and with aplomb.
To all of my most favorite favorites:
“It just seems so useless to have to work so hard, and nothin ever really seem to come from it… And then she looks me in the eye… this feels so good and so free and so right, I know we ain’t never goin’ change our minds about it. Hey, here comes my girl. She’s alright. She’s the only one I need tonight.”
“She was an American girl.” (Name what movie that was in and you get bonus points.)
“Even the losers get lucky sometimes. Even the losers keep a little bit of pride. They get lucky sometimes.”
Stay tuned. Recap coming tomorrow (or maybe I have another little surprise up my sleeve). You’ll have to check back and see.
What about you? What are your favorites?
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