Billboard: Metallica, Run-D.M.C. Up For Rock Hall Induction.
Metallica, Run-D.M.C. and the Stooges lead the list of nine acts up for induction next year into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Five will be chosen in January for enshrinement during an April 4 ceremony at Cleveland’s Public Hall.
Also on this year’s ballot are Jeff Beck, Chic, Wanda Jackson, Little Anthony and the Imperials, War and Bobby Womack. Acts are not eligible for the Rock Hall until at least 25 years have passed since the release of their first single.
Does anybody even care if the Stooges get passed over for the third year in a row?
I love rockabilly as much as anybody, but you know you’re scraping the bottom of the barrel when Wanda Jackson gets nominated. This travesty of an organization has outlived its usefulness. Put a fork in it.
Jann Wenner is still a douche. The Monkees were far more important and influential than the Dave Clark Five.
To celebrate its 40th anniversary, Rolling Stone is posting audio from some of its classic interviews, including this excerpt from Pete Townshend’s famous 1968 sit-down with Jann Wenner.
MP3: 1968 Pete Townsend interview.
Peter Tork says the Monkees merit consideration for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, but one man opposes their induction.
“The only person … holding a grudge is Jann Wenner of Rolling Stone,” says the former Monkee. The magazine editor “has never written a gracious word. He personally has the veto power to keep us out.”
Ho ho! Stirring up shit to promote his new album, Cambria Hotel, perhaps? Ha. All I know is personally I’d rather listen to the Monkees than the Four Seasons, Van Morrison, The Band, The Allman Brothers Band, Frank Zappa, David Bowie, Jefferson Airplane, Pink Floyd, The Bee Gees, The Rascals, and at least half of the other Rock Hall inductees. I mean, hey, if Gene fucking Pitney is in, why not the Monkees?
Via the Rope.
Pete Townshend talks to the Stone‘s Jann Wenner in 1968.
So I actually listened to the songs that Mick’s Web site is streaming from his new album, Goddess in the Doorway:
“Visions of Paradise”—Perhaps if Eddie Money had recorded this song in 1988 I might have liked it.
“Joy”—Would someone please just kill Bono?
“God Gave Me Everything”—At least this song rocks a bit. Would’ve been a nice inclusion on Steel Wheels.
“Don’t Call Me Up”—Cloying, but I like it. I can still buy Mick as a crooner. Isn’t that what old irrelevant rock stars are supposed to do, anyway? This song is good stuff; the perfect rock cliche of unrequited love turned to hate, hate that’s ultimately betrayed by feelings still unresolved. I love the way Mick says “Argen-ti-nah”, the Bon Jovi-esque guitar solo near the end, and the wonderful strings that Axl Rose only wished he could pull off with such finesse.
“Goddess in the Doorway”—Good beat, in the right Detroit techno hands it could make a dance remix as good as the Stones’ “Dance”. Why those hands would soil themselves with this album in the first place is another question.
“Too Far Gone”—Could have been a really cool song if it wasn’t so overproduced. Why is there an organ and strings in what should have been a nice stripped-down alt.country track bemoaning our fast-paced society? (Yes, Mick, you and your boys screwed up when you went disco instead of continuing to chase Gram’s Cosmic American vibe.) I still like the song, hope someone with more talented producers with better ears will record it someday.
Who knows what’s lurking in the tracks I didn’t hear, but I doubt it’d be enough to make this anything other than a middling record from someone who’s long ago given up the ghost of respectability. Jann Wenner, were he capable of it, should be embarrassed. If Lester Bangs were alive today, I think he’d need quite a bit of Romilar to get through this whole album.