The second concert I ever went to was Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. It was October 24, 1991 and they were touring in support of Into the Great Wide Open. I was a junior in high school and a gigantic TP fan. Full Moon Fever was in regular rotation in my tape player.
Still would be, too, if I had a tape player. I love Tom Petty - his music has aged incredibly well (or maybe it's just that it's aged the same way I have).
I'm always happy to know that I'm not alone. In LA Weekly, Daphne Carr writes a super cool article about Petty's LA (found via Dana Goodyear in the New Yorker). It's accompanied by a cartoonish map of the city, highlighting the spots important to Petty, both in his real life and in his music.
And how is this about food? I confess - as I read the article, I wasn't really sure how I was going to make it about food. Then, towards the end, Carr writes about Le Seur, an LA restaurant. Seems that Petty went there for dinner one night and was promptly escorted into a private room where George Harrison was eating, creating one of the relationships that formed the Traveling Wilburys (another band I love).