I hope it happens before a massacre occurs in front of me or to one of my loved ones. I’m hoping that in time, maybe someone will wake the hell up before it’s too late (if it’s not already) and bring about some kind of real change in our bloodthirsty gun culture. I sure as hell ain’t going downtown to raise a glass about it. My pain and anger at all of this are so out of control and unfathomable that I don’t even know how to begin to process them. Many encomiums to Petty have ignored Las Vegas entirely, as if nothing else happened that day. It’s how he articulates the different kinds of grief he felt last Monday: the devastating grief we all shared over the grotesque fucked-up-ed-ness of the shooting in Las Vegas - and our government’s continuing permission of such events - and the lesser but still painful loss of a much-loved musician. The best thing about this piece by the Drive-By Truckers’ Patterson Hood is not his apt and lyrical assessment of Tom Petty’s achievements as a musician, or the wry anecdotes (Petty and the Replacements trading barbs on stage, Hood napping through a one-time chance to meet his hero). “Like Sonny Liston”: An Appreciation of Tom Petty Settle in for a while we saved you a seat. Each week, the Sunday Post highlights a few articles good for slow consumption over a cup of coffee (or tea, if that's your pleasure).
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