An Evening with MY Friend

I have been afflicted, of late, by some kind of midlife crisis in which I have been going to rock concerts once again.

Prior to the opening of the Sprint Center here in Kansas City, I had not been to a rock concert in quite some time. So maybe it's just the change in venue, (that is, we finally have a decent, indoor venue), but I find myself in large groups of middle-age (and older) people reliving their teen years by going to concerts. Until now, most of my recent concert experiences have been a little disappointing, and I found myself in the middle of a concert wondering: What am I doing here? Did I really pay $100 for this ticket? I wish I could just go home...right now.

But that changed on Tuesday night when we saw my #1 man, Mr. Tom Petty, in concert at the Sprint Center. Allow me to say this: TOM HAS GOT IT GOING ON! I love me some Tom Petty. Tom is da man. I have seen him three, maybe four times, and he never, ever disappoints! I don't know what it is, but whatever it is, he's got it.

(Wow! Is this some great writing or what? I should become a reviewer!) Ha!!!!!

Anyway, the concert was highly enjoyable, even though I was fully aware of imminent and permanent hearing loss as a result of the high decible, ear-splitting guitar jams. Highlights were: Listen to Her Heart, Don't Come Around Here No More, and best of all: Last Dance with Mary Jane. My man didn't play a couple of my favorites, including The Waiting, and She's a Woman in Love, but all is forgiven.

Tom, if you're reading this: You kick ASS! I love you, man!