Petty: The Biography

Petty: The Biography

by Warren Zanes

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The New York Times Bestseller

*One of Rolling Stone's 10 Best Music Books of 2015*

An exhilarating and intimate account of the life of music legend Tom Petty, by an accomplished writer and musician who toured with Petty

No one other than Warren Zanes, rocker and writer and friend, could author a book about Tom Petty that is as honest and evocative of Petty's music and the remarkable rock and roll history he and his band helped to write.

Born in Gainesville, Florida, with more than a little hillbilly in his blood, Tom Petty was a Southern shit kicker, a kid without a whole lot of promise. Rock and roll made it otherwise. From meeting Elvis, to seeing the Beatles on Ed Sullivan, to producing Del Shannon, backing Bob Dylan, putting together a band with George Harrison, Dylan, Roy Orbison, and Jeff Lynne, making records with Johnny Cash, and sending well more than a dozen of his own celebrated recordings high onto the charts, Tom Petty's story has all the drama of a rock and roll epic. Now in his mid-sixties, still making records and still touring, Petty, known for his reclusive style, has shared with Warren Zanes his insights and arguments, his regrets and lasting ambitions, and the details of his life on and off the stage.

This is a book for those who know and love the songs, from "American Girl" and "Refugee" to "Free Fallin'" and "Mary Jane's Last Dance," and for those who want to see the classic rock and roll era embodied in one man's remarkable story. Dark and mysterious, Petty manages to come back, again and again, showing us what the music can do and where it can take us.

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ISBN-13: 9781250105196
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 10/25/2016
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 203,658
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

Warren Zanes holds a PhD in visual and cultural studies from the University of Rochester. He was a member of the Del Fuegos, and continues to record music. His work has appeared in The Oxford American, and he has served as a V.P. at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and is currently the Executive Director of Steven Van Zandt's Rock and Roll Forever Foundation.

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Petty

The Biography


By Warren Zanes

Henry Holt and Company

Copyright © 2015 Henry Holt
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-8050-9969-0



CHAPTER 1

FAMILY SECRETS


Whenever I smell chicken shit, it reminds me of the house my father grew up in.

— Tom Petty


Florida was a good enough place to run away to. You at least had a chance there if you needed to hide from some black mark on your record, some misadventure better left in another town. It was more uncharted and more unchecked than many other places, in the way that parts of the American West had been at one time. Of course, Florida had no prairie, plains, or deserts of the kind that gave western life its grand character, its John Ford vistas. If one writer described Florida as a "lone and distant place," it was a vain effort to mask the brute facts with romantic but ultimately vague language. Florida was a swamp.

The strange history of the Black Seminoles is one reminder of that swamp's role as a place one layer beneath the law. Escaped slaves, coming from the states just north of Florida, didn't always head up the eastern seaboard in their often hopeless bids for freedom. Florida was the southern option. Down there, the Seminole Indians took them in by the hundreds. But this was no underground railroad, no temporary refuge. The escaped slaves became the Black Seminoles, many of them transported to Oklahoma reservations as tribe members when the deals were cut years later. In their case, Florida served its purpose.

It was around 1910 when William Petty needed a place to run to. He gave no thought as to what his decision to move to Florida might mean for the next generations — he was just getting out of a bind. Petty, called "Pulpwood" by some, had been working in the Georgia lumber trade, turning timber into pulp. Without significant forethought, he'd married a Cherokee woman who worked as a cook in one of the mill camps. He wouldn't be the last in the family line to find himself marrying in haste. Maybe he was in love, but there aren't records for that kind of thing. What he came up against very quickly was this: for a Native American at that time, there weren't options. A Cherokee female wasn't going to have an easy time moving through American life, certainly not at the side of her white husband. Soon enough, the lumberman felt the disdain of the men who worked with him. On a few occasions, it got rough. More than once he and his bride had to move on. At some point, however, the other millworkers found Petty's limit. He got some blood on his hands. That's when Florida started to seem like a good idea. They got away fast and never again saw the state they had once called home.

Even at that time there were a few different Floridas. Wealthy speculators like Henry Flagler, "the man who built Florida," belonged to one of them. Flagler, alongside John D. Rockefeller, had made a fortune with Standard Oil. Different from Rockefeller, Flagler blew his fortune developing Florida. His first hotel, the Ponce de Leon, helped establish fantasy as one among Florida's native languages. Flagler was what friends and admirers and some history books call a "visionary." He had witnessed Palm Beach in its natural state, seen a city of luxury in his mind's eye, and then built it. His mansion, Whitehall, was drooled over by the New York Herald, wherein it was described as North America's Taj Mahal. His railroad, which he brought down the east coast of the state and out over the waters to the Florida Keys, not without massive expenditure, was a symbol of the kind of ambitions that would make the Florida of today. But in the shadows of such ambitions, there were the laborers on whose backs such dreams were carried. Those laborers lived in the other Florida. And that was the one that became home to Petty and his Cherokee bride, whom he called Sally.

When the couple got down there, they moved around, sometimes as migrant laborers in the produce machine. Mixed together with other southern poor, blacks, and Caribbeans, all of whom got work and lost work contingent on nature's whims, they may have been free of some discriminations but only by hiding in the midst of others. Those landowners who made money growing citrus products and winter vegetables minimized their gamble with nature by paying the lowest wages they could get away with. A bad turn in the weather — and there were some legendary freezes, including those of the winter of 1894–95 — could send waves of misery through the industry. The hardship was always hardest among the laborers.

By the time Farm Security Administration photographers were crisscrossing the nation during the Depression era, capturing in pictures the conditions among the country's very poor, Florida provided plenty of human imagery. Among the migrant workers were faces that told a sorry story of American working life.

Petty and his wife eventually got out of the unforgiving lifestyle of the migrant farmer. Perhaps because some time and miles had passed since that "incident" in Georgia, Petty was able to get back into the pulpwood business and even buy a plot of land. At last, the soil beneath their feet was their own, and nothing meant more if you were coming from the shithole of migrant labor.

It was a few acres near a place called Reddick, in Marion County, back in the woods and away from town. There were shady oaks and a few magnolias. The soil allowed for farming, and they grew corn and whatever else they needed. With a few chickens to supply eggs and the occasional meat for the table, they had a degree of self-sufficiency, if living at a near subsistence level. Inside their home, small by any standards, the walls were patched with varnished newspaper. The trouble in their lives, whenever trouble came, started when Sally's dark skin got unwanted attention. If staying home was one solution to that, it seemed just fine to her. She was a family secret in human form.

"I'd never seen an outhouse until I saw theirs," says Tom Petty of his grandparents' place. "They had a little cornfield next to a tar paper kind of house, up on blocks. I remember newspaper patches on the walls, which struck me as funny, you know? There was a big iron pump that brought water into the kitchen. I don't have any memory of a conversation with my grandfather, just that he wore a hat and sat out on the porch with other men. But he wasn't inviting. Nice enough, I guess, but you didn't walk over to him or anything." At least three children were raised in the Reddick house, including twins named Earl and Pearl. Their skin a little dark, they all did like their mother and got where they needed to be going when color became an issue. "It makes you learn to shut up," says the grandson. "They knew that there was no point in trying to be anything other than a white family." The further one got from being a white family, the harder life became. And theirs was hard enough. A number of Cherokees changed their names to Macintosh.

Fishing, hunting, doing what they could to avoid their father's guiding hand, which often came down hard and without a word passing from his lips, Sally's children lived almost as if they were in the century that had passed rather than the one that was under way. They learned the woods. They knew how to hunt the wild pigs and turkeys in the thicket, to deal with alligators and snakes in or near the water, including those that were better left alone. Some of Florida's best fishermen came out of worlds like that. "I think that's where my father felt most at home," says Petty of his father, Earl. "Being in a small boat on one of those lakes, that's where he came alive. What he loved more than anything was to be in a fucking swamp. And there were so many in central North Florida. There, he was a master at existing. Wasn't afraid of anything. I once saw him push an alligator, from right behind his head, just push him down in the water. Laughing." The presence of the Ocala-Gainesville line, with a whistle heard for miles, was the only sign that there was something going on somewhere else that might prove another option. Knowing a little something about elsewhere, it wasn't a draw to Earl's parents. But the sound eventually got to their children. Earl, in particular, started looking down the tracks.

It's difficult today to understand what a train whistle meant to a young man at that time. It was a symbol as loaded as any Earl would ever know. It was the sound of the end of the worst parts of growing up in Reddick. Like having an Indian for a mother. And that's how he thought of her on bad days. He didn't want to be branded an outsider. "We're not really sure if our grandmother's name was Sally or Fannie," Petty says. "My brother thinks it was Sally, but we just don't know. We weren't told a lot, and I guess we asked even less." When Earl eventually did get on that train and head north, he was old enough to know that part of the plan was to find a woman. And he'd be damned sure, he told himself, that she'd be fair-skinned and from another side of life.


* * *

Earl Petty met Katherine Avery when he returned from the Second World War, during which he served as an air force groundsman in Egypt. He hadn't just gotten out of Reddick; he'd seen the world. In fact, he'd seen enough of the world to know that Gainesville was about the right distance from Reddick. Any farther was too far. He'd overshot the mark first time around. He didn't need a pyramid in his backyard. And Gainesville was where he found his fair-skinned girl, working at Eli Witt's Candy and Tobacco. He was a driver, and she worked in the office.

Katherine was born in Sycamore, Georgia, to John and Troas Avery. Her family, in search of more, or, at least, better, had moved to Gainesville when she was still young. Sycamore was a small town, not on the path of what was to come. "My mother aspired to be better than that, not to be country," Petty says. "But in that respect, she certainly made an interesting choice when she picked a husband." The Florida for which the Averys would set out wasn't one they needed to go to in the night and undercover, like the Pettys. They made their way in broad daylight, fueled by a dream. America had forced its way out of the Depression, and no one wanted to go back where they'd just been. For Katherine and her sisters, Gainesville was the big city. By the time the war ended, she had let herself get caught up in the midcentury hope for something better.

In 1945, the University of Florida in Gainesville had 587 students enrolled. By 1946 it had more than 8,000. That rate of growth meant a few things. One, business was good in the halls of learning. Two, if you lived in town and weren't a part of the world of young people, you were going to be outnumbered. It was a buoyant time. If the state of Florida wasn't growing quite as quickly as the University of Florida, it was boom times nonetheless. Florida was well on its way to becoming Florida. Land of Sunshine.

To reimagine the fifties, whether in Gainesville or anywhere else in America, means setting aside some images and ideas about the era that have all but hardened into place. Too often the period is remembered as a time of ruthless conformity, with Little Richard providing counterpoint along the way. In significant ways, the push for conformity was real. But the convenience offered by the "decade" as an organizing tool for history, and the widespread tendency to establish the "straight" fifties in order to celebrate the sixties and its breakthroughs, has distorted the picture of midcentury life. The duck-and-cover fifties, with its blacklists and anxieties played out in Senate subcommittees on juvenile delinquency has become the fifties. But was the conformity of the era simply an effort, imposed from above, to control difference? Or was that conformity a choice made by many and for good reason?

In Earl Petty's case, conformity had its benefits. It was bound up with an interest in leaving the Depression and the war behind and a desire to be a part of a situation that was, finally, about the "good life." Fitting in also meant putting distance between himself and the small house back in Reddick. So long as he was a Cherokee, he was an outsider, and far less likely to get a share of the rewards. In the part of the world he'd chosen for himself, even by the late fifties, 99 percent of the population favored laws banning interracial marriage. His parents were on the wrong side of that popular position. No, conformity wasn't a weakness, it was a place to get to as soon as he could. "As a Cherokee," says his son, "Earl would be on the underside of the American dream. But if you were a white male in the fifties, it could be an incredible time.

"In so many ways," he continues, "my father was like a man hiding out in plain view, afraid of being found out. I think there was a lot of theater in his life, a lot of masks, a lot of acting. But I sure didn't know this then. I just thought he was an asshole. It would take me years to get past what he did to me in order to understand his situation. I only saw the outer stuff, the bravado, the machismo, the anger. We knew so little about the world he came from, because he kept it behind a wall he'd built himself. I think he felt he had to. And, you know, he was probably right. I didn't think about what it meant to be a Native American, what it meant to be a kid who grew up in a shack with his Indian mother and his white father, suddenly in a college town, just as America was moving full speed ahead into the glorious fifties. That's quite a scene, really."

There are books that throw light on the era's lost men. The Organization Man of 1956 tells a compelling, sometimes chilling story of postwar life. The author, William Whyte, seizes on a shift from an America founded on ideals of individualism and the "Protestant work ethic" to a country wherein a corporate sensibility begins to choke off that spirit. It is, in some respects, the sociological companion piece to The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit. Whyte also puts a finger on an aspect of fifties aspiration that speaks to Earl Petty's situation. The suburbs, he argues, were a "new melting pot." There were those who had been pushed to the margins as ethnic outsiders who, now ensconced in the middle-class suburban environment, could transition into being "white." This obviously had limits, harsh for those, such as African Americans, who had no chance of "passing." But for a mixed-race Earl Petty, it meant having a shot. If he did it right.

The same year he married Kitty, 1947, they found a small house where they lived for a few years before moving to the two-bedroom ranch that would be their home for the rest of their lives. As far as being half-Cherokee was concerned, it was not discussed. Within three years of their marriage, their first child, Thomas Earl Petty, was born. It was 1950 when Tom came home from the hospital. With him, Earl and Kitty would move to that second house, a small place off the park, surrounded by live oaks draped with Spanish moss. Just one year after Tom's birth, Time magazine would declare the generation to which his parents belonged the "silent generation." Born around the Depression and living through the war, they had things they wanted to leave behind, as if there were a collective memory bank they agreed to seal off. The optimism of midcentury American life was real. Earl felt it as he drove the truck for Eli Witt's tobacco and candy company. But, still, a darkness tugged at him.

Troas Avery, Kitty's mother, didn't simply have issues with her son-in-law Earl Petty; she had issues with all Earls. She'd married two of them. Her eldest daughter, Evelyn, married one. By the time her daughter Kitty did the same, Troas was refusing to speak the name "Earl." She called Kitty's Earl "Petty." She called Evelyn's Earl "Jernigan." The name brought her bad luck. And, in Earl Petty's case, it wasn't just the name — she didn't like him. He drank and gambled, without good results in either department. He made it to church on time, yes, but the results weren't so good there either. And now he was going to try his hand at parenting.


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Table of Contents

1976 - 1

Introduction 6
1. Family Secrets 10
2. Stranger in the House 17
3. Cowboys and Indians 26
4. Salesmen 42
5. Mud 49
6. Farming 59
7. Chemistry Lessons 70
8. Even the Losers 76
9. Cordell 85
10. Waiting for Leon 96
11. Punching Buttons 106
12. Opening Acts 124
13. Chapter Eleven 139
14. The Album Cycle 149
15. Life Between the Branches Below 164
16. The Veteran in a New Field 177
17. The Backing Band 194

1987 - 207
18. Gonna Leave This World for a While 211
19. Planned Collisions 225
20. A Boat Out at Sea 237
21. Full Grown Boy 248
22. Half of Me Is Ocean, Half of Me Is Sky 267

2006 - 281
23 Everything Changed, Then Changed Again 284
24 Somewhere Under Heaven 296

2015 - 307

Acknowledgments 309
Index 315

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This+is+not+only+a+great+account+of+the+Heartbreakers+and+TP%2C+it+is+a+great+look+into+the+business+of+music.+Loved+seeing+the+human+side+of+Petty.+A+very+private+and+humble+man.+Surprised+to+see+his+inspiration+for+his+Don%27t+Come+Around+Here+No+More+video.+Excellent+read.+I+truly+miss+him+more+now+since+his+passing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very good read. So sad we lost Tom Petty so soon.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book takes on a whole new meaning since I read it after Tom's unexpected passing, than it would have had I read it prior to. It is heartbreaking (no pun intended) to think of what could have been had he lived
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Best story of being in a band you'll read Usually these kinds of books are 'tell alls'. Don't pick this up if that is what you want. This is a story about being in a band. It happens to be written about Tom Petty and his band(s). That isn't an accident. Zanes isn't going to focus on what each member meant when he said this or that. Whose idea it was to put this in what song isn't going to be in here. What every single song is about, isn't going to be in here. What you find out here is how hard it is to keep a group of people together when their job is to play rock and roll all the time. It isn't the joy ride that one on the outside thinks it is. Still, this is a fascinating read along that way. You also see some pretty callus people that happen to be relatives and 'business associates'. The hangers on and the want to bees are always there. It wares on the creative ones involved. Work is work whether it is pounding nails or rock and roll, but if you love it, just love the hell out of it, you find your way to enjoy it and make a living out of it. Don't ever doubt Tom didn't love it. Read this, it will be obvious he did!
RocketMan More than 1 year ago
Did you ever hear a story from a friend or an acquaintance and say to yourself, “I’ve heard that story before, but I don’t know where”? Once having read Warren Zanes’ outstanding biography of Tom Petty, simply titled Petty, the Biography, years from now you may be saying this about a story among the many contained in this biography. For Warren Zanes writes in a refreshingly understated style that allows events to flow organically, without any superfluous, elaborate or emotional descriptions added to his prose. Mr. Zanes almost stands back and lets the narrative speak for itself. Mr. Zanes keeps the focus on Tom, his boyhood family, his musical colleagues, his music, and his wives and children. No flowery, long descriptions of Tom’s boyhood home, city, schools, or homes in California are given. Mr. Zanes writes in a low-key, understated style with a determination to let Tom’s life and incidents that occur in Tom’s life tell the story themselves. Little emotion is in the prose. When Tom went to Gainesville High School near where I live, a friend of mine, whom we shall call “Betsy”, told me that she once sat by Tom in study hall. The ensuing conversation shows that Mr. Zanes’ style fits Tom’s personality. Betsy whispered, “Tom, do like algebra?”. Tom, sprawled all over his chair and little study table, books closed, mumbled quietly, “Naw”. “Well, what about art class?” continued Betsy. “Nah”. “Spanish?”. Same reply: “No”. “Well, what DO you like?” Betsy asked now, in a confused state. Tom pulled himself up a bit, and in his best Gainesville drawl, more from the heart than before and with passion, replied “Guitars!”. This high school whispered discussion illustrates the essence of both the book and of Tom. They are low key verbally, but emotions, passion, and intelligence are all present in both. When emotions and character ARE directly discussed in the biography, it is usually by one of the people whom the author interviewed, not by the author himself. As a young man, Tom kept rather quiet. We learn from his daughter later in the book that it is fear that keeps Tom quiet, and, from the wise Tom himself, that he is a bit delicate mentally. But the excitement, we’re told, of his group Mudcrutch driving from Gainesville towards Los Angeles to seek that all-important record contract was something we are told that Tom says was “The greatest trip of my life”. We feel his joy. The author knows he need not embellish this comment. By just carefully telling us without intrusion or hyperbole of Tom getting hooked on heroin, or watching his mom fade away for years, we also feel the pain in Tom’s life. As Ringo Starr sings, “Got to pay your dues if you wanna’ sing the blues, and you know it don’t come easy”. This holds for any life. The author stands aside, so to speak, and shows us this for one life, the life of a marvelously gifted musician whom we all love for his work, Mr. Tom Petty.