Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
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In 2002 I was a business reporter for The New York Times, covering the world's biggest media companies - Time Warner, News Corp., Disney, Viacom, Sony et al. I don't even remember which particular company invited me to the black-tie Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction dinner and concert at the Waldorf-Astoria that year. (The HOF concert was a small private event back then, not a big public show in an arena like it is now.) Anyway, 2002 was the year that Tom Petty was inducted, and after the show I met him at a party in a private suite way upstairs at the Waldorf. There I am in my tuxedo and the dude is laid back in a t-shirt on this huge couch with about five very young ladies literally laying all over him. It was tough to tell just where the limbs were, but I managed to shake a hand in there somewhere. He didn't offer me any smack.