Don’t expect any exciting "wardrobe malfunctions" or giant phallic shadows at this year’s Super Bowl halftime show. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers are the top-billers (snore). Fox made the announcement during yesterday’s pregame show Sunday. Get your lighters ready for Free Fallin.
Stevie Nicks gave up cocaine in 1985, after it had bored a hole in her septum big enough, she said, “to pass a belt through.” In the next decade and a half, Ms. Nicks turned to tranquilizers, put out lousy albums and put on a couple of pounds. Her songs, which had drawn heavily on Read More
It was the Al Gore you never saw during the Presidential campaign: the uncensored, uncombed, unburdened Al Gore, blithely slugging Heinekens and shaking his big Tennessee rump to John Popper’s shrill harmonica. And boy, did he sweat like something else.
Al Gore’s inner Paris Hilton was exposed on Dec. 15 by the New York Daily Read More
So I’m finally writing a column I promised you nearly a year ago, a column celebrating the underappreciated greatness of Tom Petty. A column initially provoked by a shameful diss of Mr. Petty in these pages, one that actually used the word “stupid” to refer to him. I guess because he looks like a redneck, Read More
I’m going to interrupt this column before it even begins with an important announcement, an open letter, a personal appeal to Mr. Bill Murray. I’d been planning to write something about Tom Petty this week, to take issue with some condescending and disparaging remarks about Mr. Petty (a riff on his alleged “dumbness”) by an Read More
Good pop music is usually gloriously dumb. “I love you, yeah-yeah-yeah” (the Beatles). “Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle” (Bob Dylan). But Tom Petty’s new single, “Room at the Top,” is dumb musically, not lyrically, a rare occurrence. “I have a room at the top of the world tonight,” he begins quietly over subdued guitar strumming. He tells Read More
