#Mudcrutch

[vancruejovi]

Tom Petty ❤️

[single-every-single-day]

Tom Petty? more like Tom PRETTY

[hewasanamericangirl]

[krispyweiss]

Al Kooper Turns 80 Today and Remains Bafflingly Anonymous

One of the few things the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame has done right in recent years was finally - finally - inducting Al Kooper in 2023.

It’s just too bad the RRHOF’s tone-deaf brain trust waited until Kooper was nearly 80 - which he is as of today, Feb. 5, 2024 - to do it.

For while Kooper’s name is known by virtually no one, virtually everyone knows his music and his accomplishments. And he’s revered by his fellow musicians.

“I would describe Al as the best musician I have ever seen,” Joe Walsh once said.

Here are a few of the restless genius’ career highlights.

* He co-wrote Gary Lewis and the Playboys’ “This Diamond Ring.”

* He co-founded the Blues Project.

* He co-founded and fronted Blood, Sweat & Tears on Child is Father to the Man before ceding the band to David Clayton-Thomas.

* He played the signature organ riffs on Bob Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone.”

* He played the French horn for the Rolling Stones on “You Can’t Always Get What You Want.”

* He organized and produced Stephen Stills and Mike Bloomfield’s Super Session.

* He declined to sign Tom Petty’s first band, Mudcrutch, because, they “weren’t that good yet.”

* He discovered Lynyrd Skynyrd and produced their initial run of LPs.

“I think Lynyrd Skynyrd owes its success to Al Kooper,” Ed King once said. “Being a Yankee from the North, he provided a bird’s-eye view of how the Southern band should be presented to the world.”

Kooper’s the one turning 80 today. He’s also the one who’s been doing the gift-giving for decades.

2/5/24

[dadrockconfessions]

[balladofsallyrose]

[run-down-that-dream]

State of Mind

State of Mind Mike Campbell x Reader

Summary: Inspiration strikes during Mudcrutch's journey to California in 1974. Extremely loosely based on Mike's song of the same name.

Word Count: 600+

Warnings: N/A

A/N: This is pretty much set on the night they stayed in Tulsa, I just took the liberty of giving the guys separate hotel rooms (hey I'm sure Denny could afford that for them if he wanted to). Guess which one we're in 😁 As always, feedback / comments make a writer's day 🙏

Lines have a way of appearing out of thin air sometimes. All the best ones do at least. Mike took one look at you, so at peace where you'd fallen asleep on his shoulder, and it hit him. It was crystal clear.

Home is a state of mind 

He started to reach for his notebook on the nightstand and stopped. It wasn't any good. Was it? Tommy was the writer. Tommy could say it better. Still, it nagged at him - alone with you in that hotel room in Tulsa. It felt important.

Somehow it explained the way he felt around you. How else could he put it, really? With Florida gone, California ahead, and the simple knowledge of change in the air. It was happening fast. They were crazy, the band and everyone else who followed them there. Even you - crazy as the dust storm outside was. They’d never seen anything like it.

None of that seemed to matter once you were in that room together. Alone. Playing cards, writing stories, watching sleepless time go by. There was something in your smile that got to him. It always did. He would have done anything to see it. So naturally he threw popcorn at you from across the room, where you’d sent him away in good natured fun. He knew you’d retaliate. Of course you did. That alone, maybe, is what home should feel like.

You were sitting cross legged in front of him, plucking pieces of popcorn out of his hair, when he stole the first of many kisses that night. 

“Oh you’re welcome,” you said, a joke as if it was in silent thanks to you. But maybe it was. For being there, for believing in him, and yes, for helping with his hair whether you caused it or not.

Once again, words escaped him, as they always seemed to do. So he kissed you again, hands warm on your knees and hesitant to go much further. It was love, your time together. Slow as it'd been to get that far, it had to be. Love had always been there. 

Through more than two years of friendship and one reluctant confession before this trip began. Was the mutual admiration obvious by then? Of course it was. The real wonder was why it took so long to tell you that.

Your very first kiss happened soon after he told you, in a town that would never be called home again. A moment of relief in a cold night and half a moon hung in the sky. Perfect confirmation that his words meant something. They mean something.

So he started for the notebook again, very careful not to wake you, and wrote it down. The line didn't look so bad on paper. Not at all, despite perpetually messy handwriting made worse by attempted stealth. He didn't know how endearing you found his handwriting to be back then. Even when you'd tease him. He wouldn't understand how much you loved everything about him for a long time.

As for the line, those six words scribbled in darkness in the middle of the night. It would become a song. A great one. Just, not yet. Not that night, not the next day either. Not in years. But it would.

For now the notebook was placed back on the nightstand so he could hold you a little closer and kiss the top of your head. How he got so lucky, he didn't know. To have you then; to know he’d be needed in a real studio by morning. It was all so different.

In it, sleep too far out of reach. There wasn’t a chance. At least, that's what he thought before he closed his eyes. But you were there. And you wanted to love him back. You really did. It was all he wanted for so long.

Maybe that could be enough, because sleep did come - just in knowing you were there. It was a familiar feeling, the last he could have until morning.

Home can be anywhere. Anything. In that moment, it was you.

Maybe it'd always been you. 

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@thebomb-diggity I don't remember if I sent this one to you??? asjklsdf but you might like 💛

[veneskaa]

i felt like these were for you, please enjoy this old man

i am literally so indebted to u please let me know if you ever need me to lie to the police.

[thewildoneforever70s]

💔

Tom Leadon and Tom Petty in Mudcrutch times.

[pettyappreciation]

Rest in peace, Tom Leadon. Sincerest condolences to his family and friends.

“When I left the Epics, Tom Leadon came with me. Like me, Tom was a teenager who wanted to play originals.” - Tom Petty, Runnin’ Down A Dream

“Peter [Bogdanovich] told me when he came to Nashville to film my part of the movie [Runnin’ Down A Dream] that Tom was thinking about it [reviving Mudcrutch]. Tom’s daughter, Adria, watched some of my interview from the movie with him (a lot of which was not in the movie) and she says that’s what sealed the deal. That Tom said some wonderful things about me then, how I just loved him and had never asked him for anything, and how he just had to get back together with me. [...] Tommy was the closest friend I’ve ever had in my life and he was truly a wonderful, unique person who was a natural entertainer and so much fun to be with. And I miss him terribly.” - Tom Leadon, American Blues Scene, October 11, 2019

[lonelinessfollowsme]

Mudcrutch in the early 1970s. Shown left to right is Mike Campbell, Tom Petty, Tom Leadon and Randall Marsh.

[vancruejovi]

Tom Petty 🐴

[pennielane]

now caro, with peace and love, why would you put up a paul vs george poll, as if the gorlies aren’t fighting enough as it is

i love chaos and drama

[hewasanamericangirl]

[albumswhatilistenedto]

[thelastdj]

rest in peace tom leadon,, you’ll be very missed by everyone 💔