It’s not where you start that matters

The poster above is on the walls of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland.┬áThe idea that Elvis was ever buried at the bottom of a concert bill, and seemed to get mentioned only because he was a local talent, seems amazing to me. But within a couple of years, he was biggerContinue reading “It’s not where you start that matters”

Sometimes I take a Jimi thing

In the early years of the last decade, I traveled to Seattle several times on business. I learned that the best way to get back home was to take the red-eye flight, which left Sea-Tac late at night and arrived in Chicago at exactly 2-freaking-early in the AM. To spend a night in Seattle wouldContinue reading “Sometimes I take a Jimi thing”

A Sure Shot for the Rock Hall

To me, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is a fraud. Rock and roll began as an expression of rebellion, and that gleaming building on the waterfront in Cleveland is anything but rebellion. Some of the bluesmen who helped to create rock and roll are enshrined there, but too many of them have beenContinue reading “A Sure Shot for the Rock Hall”