Tom Petty was the oddest of rock stars.
He wasn't flamboyant. He wasn't even colorful. He was low-energy onstage from the first time I saw him in 1978 at the State Theatre in Minneapolis to the last time I caught him in June at the Xcel Energy Center in St. Paul.
Throughout those years, Petty, who died Monday of cardiac arrest at age 66, distinguished himself as a terrific songwriter, a superb bandleader and a serious appreciator of music history and music makers.
So what if he was a reluctant rock star.
His reluctance, low-keyness and priorities were apparent in 1983 when I interviewed him by phone before a Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers concert in Bloomington.
"I'm a fool for music. I'm probably pretty dull beyond that," he confessed. "All we see ourselves as is just musicians and songwriters. We're not in this to go on to make movies or become personalities.
"I'm just trying to make good rock records," he continued. "I don't want it to sound oversimplified but if I think about it much deeper than making a good record, then I get confused. All you can strive for when you're making records is that they'll still be worth playing a few years down the line. If we do something that lifts people up and inspires them a bit, then all the better."
Heartbreakers guitarist Mike Campbell — Petty's best friend since their high school days in the Florida band Mudcrutch — pretty much reinforced that image when I interviewed him this summer before their St. Paul concert.