4:03 of perfection. The purest pop song in existence.

Ed Marks was my mate Gary’s stepson.

He turned up in the summer of 1977 with a Eurorail pass and disappeared for long stretches, returning with obscure albums (“I saw this album that featured Davie Bowie’s drummer’s brother in Stockholm – I think I’ll go back and get it…”) and lurid (“Don’t tell Mom…”) stories.

At some stage, he said “There’s this really good new band. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. Sort of rock’n’roll boogie. I think you’d like him”

Rarely was a truer word spoken….

I don’t believe they’ve ever varied more than 5 seconds from the original.

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