I’ve always really enjoyed old music, but I’m beginning to get scared, because a lot of the “old” music I’m discovering is from the 70s.

First, my friend Chris (he of Supersuckers management “fame”) up in Heber gets me hooked on Bob Dylan, to supplement my Johnny Cash addiction; and now I’m being inundated by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.

I think once I complete the Dylan collection, Petty will be next. For the past almost 4 hours, I’ve been watching a great documentary about Tom Petty on the Sundance Channel, tracing his (and the band’s) career from their start in Gainesville, Florida in the early 1970s through modern times.

The fact that Johnny Cash recorded two of Petty’s songs (Won’t Back Down, and Southern Accents) helps.

TOM PETTY & the HEARTBREAKERS – SOUTHERN ACCENTS

There’s a Southern accent
Where I come from
The young’uns call it country
The Yankees call it dumb

I got my own way of talkin’
But everything is done,
With a Southern accent
Where I come from—

Now that drunk tank in Atlanta’s
Just a motel room to me
Think I might go work Orlando,
If them orange groves don’t freeze
I got my own way of workin’
But everything is run
With a Southern accent
Where I come from—

For just a minute there I was dreaming
For just a minute it were all so real
For just a minute she was standing there, with me

There’s a dream I keep having
Where my mama comes to me
And she kneels down over by the window
And says a prayer for me
I got my own way of prayin’
But everyone’s begun
With a Southern accent
Where I come from—

I got my own way of livin’
But everything gets done
With Southern accent
Where I come from.

I hear songs like this, and wonder who the Bob Dylan, the Johnny Cash, and the Tom Petty of the next generation will be.