To any rock fan with even the slightest shred of cynicism, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is a bit of a joke. That being the case, let's make a little fun of it, as the hall today announced their inductees for next year. The class of 2010 is to include The Stooges, ABBA, The Hollies, Jimmy Cliff and Genesis. So get ready to live in a world where Phil Collins--the undisputed heavyweight champion of supermarket pop--is a member of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. The timing of this announcement couldn't be more perfect as, just yesterday, I was criticizing the Hall for dragging their feet on the Velvet Underground for four years. Equally egregious as passing over the Velvets for so long is the fact that the Hall denied The Stooges for 15 years before finally coming around and giving them some love. Never at a loss for words, head Stooge Iggy Pop told Rolling Stone:
We've been rejected seven times, and we would have set a record, I think, if it happened again.... It started to feel like Charlie Brown and the football. I had about two hours of a strong emotional reaction after hearing the news. It felt like vindication. Then I kind of scratched my head and thought, "Am I still cool? Or is that over now?"
Iggy then looked down and saw that he was still wearing Crocs, before remembering that he did a song with Sum 41, and again re-evaluated his "cool" as of late. (We'll just leave Jemina Pearl out this entirely.) I suppose, as far as cool points go, Iggy is a made guy, but he's really testing the cool waters these days. I'm hoping against hope that at the induction ceremony he cuts his stomach up with broken wine glasses, smothers peanut butter all over his chest and then walks across the hands of 2,500 industry suits gathered in the Waldorf Astoria ballroom. It's unlikely.
As far as Genesis is concerned, there's a reason why they've gone through 15 years of eligibility without being recognized by the Hall: They're fucking Genesis. Their biggest accomplishment is successfully rivaling the intolerability of '70s prog with barely tolerable '80s pop, before trumping both with the shockingly vapid "I Can't Dance" in the '90s.
does like the Sex Pistols and tells the folks over at the Hall to go fuck themselves.
It seems as though they've resorted to chumming the oceans of rock 'n' roll past to sell plates at the induction ceremony. Since they're doing that, it might be time for them to consider some of the artists they've neglected for years. In my opinion, if it's Genesis' time to shine then it's also time the honor be bestowed upon The Cure, Joy Division, The New York Dolls, Cheap Trick, T. Rex, The Replacements, E.L.O., Devo, The Jam, Big Star, Love, Nick Drake, Roxy Music, Depeche Mode, Tom Waits, Captain Beefheart, Gil Scott-Heron, INXS (debatably), The Faces, Sonic Youth, The Zombies or hell, even KISS as well.