Petty writes in the Third Chapter, ‘”Enter here” she murmurs as she points to her bare vagina. It is my fundamental weapon.”‘
Tom Petty was always one to use his muse to replace the primal reality. A true Builder that reeked of demi-god manifestation. He bent the clay to his desire, the epitome of sonic sculptor ideal.
And Two Gunslingers used as evidence of Transcendence. They bowed in Ancient Greece and they bow now in Santa Monica. Or in Jerome or Sedona, Tombstone or Tucson. They bowed only to the Modern Man, his reborn grace now visible to the uninitiated.