The late Heartbreakers legend shouldn't have deterred me from "hippie" Rickenbackers any more than Hendrix should've turned his nose up at a "surf" guitar.
It's always a kick in the gut when seminal musicians pass on to the great beyond. It's natural to reflect upon their lives and appreciate their contribution to the world as well as one's own life. But when Tom Petty died, it hit me harder than I thought it could.
I empathized with the people who adored him and his music. I felt worse for his family and fellow Heartbreakers. I felt robbed of what had become a steady beacon in my musical lifeāthe constant distillation of vague thoughts in my head being coalesced into simple, understandable phrases. The guitars were great, too.
When the Heartbreakers first hit the national scene, I recognized Petty as a talent to be dealt with, but I was not what you'd call a fan. It wasn't really my main kind of music, but it displayed serious craft and just enough edge to keep me interested. āGreat little tunes," I'd say to myself. I may have bought Damn the Torpedoes. Going to a Heartbreakers concert wasn't on the agenda, but I noted Petty's exploits in the magazines of the day. I read about how he'd thrown a temper tantrum in the recording studio over something the record company had done to raise his ire. The article painted a picture of a bullheaded young man breaking his hand by punching a hole in the studio wall. As much as I admired his passion for his art, I thought it was a pretty stupid move. Somehow, that's the image of Petty that hovered in my mind whenever I heard his songs. I'd pigeonholed him in a way that I would have resented, myself.
A couple of issues ago, I explored the idea of getting to know a guitar before passing judgement on it [āWhat Really Makes an Instrument a Best Friend?" January 2021], but we can take that a step further. What about the gear you dismiss out of hand just because of the associations you've formed in your mind? Many of us are guilty of labeling, rating, and ranking the people and things in our life. It makes it easy to understand the world around us. In our imaginations we might be metal or funk, but not Americana. We can be a Les Paul person, but not an Ibanez sort of dude. There are myriad ways to create our own personal Venn-diagram tribal map from the associations we attach to music and guitars. Within this framework, we search for like-minded souls and compatible memes to fulfill a sense of identity and belonging. In doing so, we shut out opportunity. It's like living in a world where there's no color blue, green, or grayāonly black and white. Sometimes, you can't even remember why you formed your opinion in the first place.
When I examine my own prejudice, I realize that sometimes my opinions are based on long-held associations as much as experience. I've always favored early 1960s P basses, especially the sunburst version, and trace this back to my youth when I idolized P-bass icon James Jamerson. On the other hand, I was never a big Grateful Dead fan, so any guitar with a half-dozen different laminations of natural body wood was noted as a āhippie" guitar (or bass), and only worthy of derision. Likewise, guitars with upside-down headstocks were strictly for guitarists who played a zillion notes and wore makeup. In retrospect, I can see how these associations were made, but it wasn't fair or productive to ignore perfectly good guitars because of them.
History is overflowing with guitarists who upset the status quo of instrument compartmentalization. Jimi Hendrix bent the rules of rock using a surf guitar. Tiny Grimes played some of the most rocking jazz on a tenor electric. The Cult's Billy Duffy created a swirling vortex of post-punk goth rock on a hollow Gretsch that's mostly associated with country music. Today, you can see flame-topped collectibles onstage alongside pawn-shop throwaways from the 1960s playing some decidedly un-corporate music. Personally, I'd like to see Chris Stapleton rocking a Dean ML. The fact is that although an artist might be associated with a particular instrument, that instrument shouldn't be strictly associated with his or her style of music.
Eventually, I came around to thinking of Tom Petty as a much more three-dimensional person than my younger self did. I'm not sure if that made his songs more personal to me, or the other way around. There's no shortage of tunnel vision in the way we think, but if you remove your filters, there's lots of great stuff to discover. So, give that hollowbody a shot, even if you're playing metal. Maybe that star-shaped axe with the reverse headstock has some great jazz tones worth exploring, but ā¦ stay away from hippie guitars. And if you think Tom Petty isn't your beer, give him a second chance.
Unbridled from duties as string-slinger extraordinaire for the Heartbreakers and Fleetwood Mac, the wild gator partakes of rockās rowdier joys with his own band the Dirty Knobs.
Though he is one of the planetās humblest guitar heroes, Mike Campbell is fearless about walking in the shoes of legends. Playing alongside Bob Dylan, he punctuated the poetry of folk rockās greatest scribeādishing his take on Mike Bloomfield and Robbie Robertsonās bee-sting leads. As a member of Fleetwood Mac he stood in for Peter Green and Lindsey Buckingham. And on many nights with Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers he would take George Harrisonās yearning slide solo from the Traveling Wilburysā āHandle with Care.ā
But over the course of a career spanning nearly 50 years, Campbell steadily made the case for his own status as legendānot just as a trusty, tasteful sideman supreme to superstars, but as co-writer of rock ānā pop masterpieces. āRefugee,ā āThe Boys of Summer,ā āStop Dragginā My Heart Around,ā āYou Got Luckyā: Each features Campbellās name as co-authorāand guitar hooks of such startling grace and elemental potency that they burrow in the memory like the afterimage of a perfect sunset.
More than a decade ago, Campbell took the helm of his own band, the Dirty Knobsāan irreverent, spontaneous unit that veered from originals to a grab bag of ā60s and ā70s deep-cut covers and curiosities. But with the Heartbreakers and Fleetwood Mac taking the lionās share of Campbellās time, there was rarely time to accomplish much other than the occasional run of California club dates.
At last though, the Dirty Knobs have an LP to call their own. With producer George Drakoulias (Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Black Crowes, Primal Scream) offering sonic and song-curation counsel, Wreckless Abandon was whittled down from a backlog of eclectic originals to a slab of boisterous, rockinā economy that reflects the rowdiest and most irreverent side of the band. But as casual conversation, or a tour of his must-see Instagram feed reveals, Campbell is a wellspring of creativity, gentlemanly warmth, and musical knowledge, with a deep reverence for the magic of music creation and the many masters that came before him.
I saw four of the Heartbreakersā San Francisco Fillmore shows in 1997. They were so loose and free. And when I first saw the Dirty Knobs about 10 years ago, the eclectic, irreverent mood was very reminiscent of that Fillmore experience. There were touches of Revolver-era Beatles, some surf stuff. Did that Fillmore run inspire your approach with the Knobs, or was it just an itch to play outside the formality of the bigger Heartbreakers shows?
Well, Iām honored that you heard the energy of those Fillmore shows in the Dirty Knobs, because that was one of the absolute highlights of my life. I loved the Heartbreakers. So I never put a record out or pursued the Dirty Knobs as long as the Heartbreakers were together. But now that those windows are open, itās what I want to do. The other thing is that the Heartbreakers were required to play a lot of familiar songs every night. We couldnāt change up the set list too much. The Fillmore wasnāt like that, we could do whatever we wanted. And with the Dirty Knobs I can do whatever I want, too. I can go into a Beatles song weāve never rehearsed before in the middle of a show. Thereās a freedom and spontaneity I really enjoy.
When Iāve seen the Dirty Knobs, the song selection was pretty eclectic. But this record has a very strong Southern-rock and Texas-boogie thread. What drove the band or your songwriting in that specific direction this time around?
Well, we never wanted to be any certain type of band. And back in Florida when the Heartbreakers started out, we didnāt want to be part of the Southern-boogie thing. We were way more into the Yardbirds and Beatles and Kinks than the Allman Brothers, so we always resisted that connection, even though we grew up in the same area. Iāve never really chased that type of thingāitās never really been part of my soul. With the Dirty Knobs we record all kinds of songs. But when we were putting the record together I was having a hard time because there was so much different material. So George Drakoulias came in and honed it down to songs in sorta one groove. And as it turns out, thereās a bit of boogie and Southern rock in there. It was not a conscious effort, but there is a lot of that element in there alongside the British stuff.
Wreckless Abandon was recorded in Michael Campbellās home studio and produced by George Drakoulias. The band cut the tracks live, all in the same room.
I heard a touch of Sir Douglas Quintet in āPistol Packinā Mama.ā That Vox organ has a way of tilting a song in a specific direction really fast doesnāt it?
I love the Sir Douglas Quintet! And you know we actually got (Sir Douglas Quintet organist) Augie Meyers to play that part.
I had no idea!
Thatās keen of you to pick up. I love Sir Douglas and I love Augie, so we had the track and one day I just said, āWouldnāt it be nice if we could get Augie to play on this?ā And George said, āLet me call him up.ā
Your voice even sounds a bit like Doug Sahm on that one.
[Laughs.] It was certainly influenced by him. Itās a very tongue-in-cheek song.
āI Still Love Youā tends toward a darker, more melancholy, melodic structure. Thereās a touch of minor-key Zep heaviness to it. But youāve written and co-written some fantastic melancholy-to-somber stuff. Things like āA Woman In Love,ā āYou Got Lucky,ā and āBoys of Summerā all have very melancholy underpinnings. Are those moods harder to explore when you inhabit that character as a frontman? A melancholy song can be quite a weight to bear as a songwriter and lyricist.
Songwriting is a very mysterious process. And the minor-key, melancholy thing for me comes from listening to a lot of blues, or songs like āWhile My Guitar Gently Weeps.ā The minor-key stuff touches a really mournful, deep, bluesy part of your soul, and sometimes I naturally gravitate toward that. Other days Iāll want to do something thatās really up. But itās not a conscious effortāitās really about what gift of inspiration youāre given that day. Sometimes working in a minor key can feel really seriousālike okay, weāre really getting down to the shit here. But even in classical musicāmost of my favorite pieces are in minor keys. Itās interesting.
Do you have a songwriting ritual you adhere to?
Well, thatās all Iām doing right now. I do have a ritual, but I still really donāt understand how it all happens sometimes. Itās so mysterious and beautiful when something comes to you out of thin air. And you definitely canāt force it. I have a studio at home and typically the dogs wake me up at 6 in the morning, Iāll have some coffee, hang out with my wife, and when things settle down, I head over to the studio. A lot of times though, Iāll just listen to musicāoften to stuff I grew up withāand that will inspire me. Iāll hear a chord or rhythm, try to figure out what it is, and that gives me a departure point. Lately, I write a lot in the mornings because I donāt want to be a total hermit.
Michael Campbell has a legendary guitar collection, and he keeps it interesting onstage. Here heās playing a late-ā60s Dan Armstrong lucite model. Photo by Lindsey Best
Do you need specific headspace? Or do you just typically react to the emotions and events of a given day?
I just try to be open, because itās like switches going on and off in your headāyouāre sitting there noodling on the guitar and stuff just starts channeling through you. Itās the strangest feelingāwithout being too heavy, itās a little like being close to God or something. āHereās a gift for you son! What can you do with it?ā Then it turns off and itās gone ātil the next time [laughs]. But Iāve never been able to just sit down and write a song on demandāthey can happen when Iām driving or watching a movieājust out of the air at the most random times.
What songs that youāve have written really gave you the feeling that youād struck gold or really hit something special? Where you really knew you were on a roll?
In the moment, I always think that the song Iām working on is the greatest thing in the world. Then Iāll look at it later and realize itās not so great. But I had the benefit of having an amazing songwriting partner [Tom Petty]. When I worked with him, I focused on the music and he took care of the lyrics. But I could visualize where he would sing from knowing him so well. It was always a thrill. I might give him a CD with 10 musical ideas on there and he might pick two, or none, or one. But when he would come back and say āIāve got something that goes with that songā and all of the sudden it was āRefugeeā or āA Woman In Loveā or āStop Dragginā My Heart Aroundāāmy mind would be just blown thinking, āMy God, how lucky am I?āāhaving my little idea become a classic song.
It seemed like you used to pull Tom in a certain songwriting direction at times.
Yeah, I donāt like to pat myself on the back. But yeah, I guess if he hadnāt heard the music, then that song wouldnāt exist. Thatās just the way a songwriting partnership goes.