Listening to Tom Petty on full volume is a guilty pleasure of mine. Especially as I drive through dark, drizzly English mornings. To my ears, Wildflowers is the sound of sunshine and a reminder that I lived in Southern California for a spell.
Mind you, living in SoCal is annoying in at least a hundred ways. But Wildflowers makes me remember only the good things about it - several imaginary good things even. Which is the point of nostalgia after all.
A tardy post for Mumra's Friday playlist (thanks - love the idea).
