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Post by sierchio on Dec 29, 2019 16:06:23 GMT -5
hahahaha
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Post by greatfatness on Jan 11, 2020 8:44:31 GMT -5
Neil Peart, man. So sad.
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Post by chiyankee on Jan 11, 2020 11:22:54 GMT -5
He was one of the few great rock drummers still with us, now he Moon, Bonzo and Baker are gone. |
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Post by chiyankee on Jan 15, 2020 9:34:06 GMT -5
This might be the worst Rock & Roll class of all time. With the exception of the Doobie Bros., do any of these other artist actually play Rock & Roll?
And other year without Judas Priest and Iron Maiden making it....pathetic.
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Post by Renfield on Jan 15, 2020 16:56:32 GMT -5
T. Rex rocked out back in the day, but pretty short-lived as leader Marc Bolin died young. Bangagong, y'all.
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Post by greatfatness on Jan 17, 2020 10:23:11 GMT -5
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Post by inger on Jan 17, 2020 11:24:19 GMT -5
The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame followed the Baseball Hall of Fame in that it didn’t take long to start lowering standards to a point that it became irrelevant. I don’t pay particular attention to other Halls of Fame, but I would assume most of them have followed that same path.
I would at least suppose all of them to be like the BBHOF in that (from personal experience) assuming you don’t live nearby, it’s something that you believe you must experience some day. Maybe you get around to it, maybe not.
In my case, I got there sometime in the late nineties. It wasn’t at all busy. It was in the middle of the post season. I paid my entrance fee with a bit of anticipation and stepped inside what I supposed would be a candy store. I found the plaques to be smaller than I thought they would be. It was great to be able finally see them, to look for a handful the more important players.
“Boy, this place isn’t as big as I thought it would be” ran through my head a few times, and the content, displayed in crowded glass display cases, mostly identified with basic string tags with tiny handwriting on them became almost jumbled, too much to absorb.
The old baseball equipment was of course, cool to see. There was a small TV in the room playing a Roberto Clemente tribute. Watching the total picture of Clemente batting, running the bases, fielding and throwing was truly an impactful demonstration of his superior athleticism that gave a demonstrative sense of value beyond statistics. He was a remarkable man.
I went to some of the tourist traps across the street and bought a couple of items off the picked over shelves of the merchants who looked like they couldn’t wait to turn a key in the lock and go wherever they do when the birds fly south and baseball goes into it’s winter hibernation. I still occasionally wear my Cooperstown tee-shirt with it’s frayed and stretched out collar. Once in a while I dust off the two metal card sets I bought that day. Hmmm. Did I buy a new hat that day? Oh, yeah. How could I forget. A white one, emblazoned with the Yankees 1996 Championship logo. I wear it once in a while, and I’d swear when I do I usually hear at least one person say “Nice hat”!
Am I happy I went? Would I go back? Only if I was in town. I think I’d feel the same way in Cleveland. There more for the nostalgia than the music. I’ve been in Cleveland before. I won’t be back for any other reason. I have nothing against it, mind you. I say that, but in reality, it’s a city. That’s enough for me to have everything against it...
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Post by greatfatness on Jan 18, 2020 9:00:34 GMT -5
The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame followed the Baseball Hall of Fame in that it didn’t take long to start lowering standards to a point that it became irrelevant. I don’t pay particular attention to other Halls of Fame, but I would assume most of them have followed that same path. I would at least suppose all of them to be like the BBHOF in that (from personal experience) assuming you don’t live nearby, it’s something that you believe you must experience some day. Maybe you get around to it, maybe not. In my case, I got there sometime in the late nineties. It wasn’t at all busy. It was in the middle of the post season. I paid my entrance fee with a bit of anticipation and stepped inside what I supposed would be a candy store. I found the plaques to be smaller than I thought they would be. It was great to be able finally see them, to look for a handful the more important players. “Boy, this place isn’t as big as I thought it would be” ran through my head a few times, and the content, displayed in crowded glass display cases, mostly identified with basic string tags with tiny handwriting on them became almost jumbled, too much to absorb. The old baseball equipment was of course, cool to see. There was a small TV in the room playing a Roberto Clemente tribute. Watching the total picture of Clemente batting, running the bases, fielding and throwing was truly an impactful demonstration of his superior athleticism that gave a demonstrative sense of value beyond statistics. He was a remarkable man. I went to some of the tourist traps across the street and bought a couple of items off the picked over shelves of the merchants who looked like they couldn’t wait to turn a key in the lock and go wherever they do when the birds fly south and baseball goes into it’s winter hibernation. I still occasionally wear my Cooperstown tee-shirt with it’s frayed and stretched out collar. Once in a while I dust off the two metal card sets I bought that day. Hmmm. Did I buy a new hat that day? Oh, yeah. How could I forget. A white one, emblazoned with the Yankees 1996 Championship logo. I wear it once in a while, and I’d swear when I do I usually hear at least one person say “Nice hat”! Am I happy I went? Would I go back? Only if I was in town. I think I’d feel the same way in Cleveland. There more for the nostalgia than the music. I’ve been in Cleveland before. I won’t be back for any other reason. I have nothing against it, mind you. I say that, but in reality, it’s a city. That’s enough for me to have everything against it... I have lost a lot of respect for the BBHOF but it is still a lot better than the rock and roll HOF. That was always nothing more than a marketing tool for the major labels. And at the time they started it, Rock was the coolest label they could apply to the product they were looking to market. That’s simply not the case anymore. Rock music is a dying form, eventually no more relevant than baroque classical music to what people want to listen to. The huge corporate labels and radio stations still make money playing the same classic rock songs over and over but that’s a small fraction of what they make selling pop music, bro-country pop music and hip hop derivative pop music. But it never was intended to be really about rock music and it isn’t a museum in the way that the baseball hall is. Just marketing, nothing more. It isn’t worth getting serious about. |
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Post by inger on Jan 18, 2020 10:02:27 GMT -5
So the hot song for Rolling Stone’s song of the year is Tove Lo’s “Bikini Porn”. I gave it a listen. Maybe I’ll accidentally hear a few more times. I’m officially old now if that song is fodder for song of the year...Where are my Grass Roots CD’s?...
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Post by kaybli on Jan 18, 2020 10:28:25 GMT -5
I only listen to classic rock and what they consider oldschool hip hop now a days. No new music for me.  |
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Post by inger on Jan 18, 2020 15:53:28 GMT -5
“Little Things Mean A Lot”, by Kitty Kallen.
I’d never heard of the song before, nor the performer, but kaybli’s comment made me wonder what the Billboard #1 hit for my birth year (1954)...
Looking at the list of the top 30 from that year really made me feel old. Doris Day, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin (“That’s Amore”, which I assume is about eels)...
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Post by greatfatness on Jan 18, 2020 17:11:21 GMT -5
I only listen to classic rock and what they consider oldschool hip hop now a days. No new music for me. I have listened to new Americana music for years now but lately my kids have started asking for their own music in the house and the car. It is formulaic and repetitive but it isn’t terrible. |
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Post by kaybli on Jan 18, 2020 18:00:55 GMT -5
I only listen to classic rock and what they consider oldschool hip hop now a days. No new music for me. [img src="//storage.proboards.com/6828121/images/fcnNQOhDRpAUbgaHxUdZ.gif" class="smile" alt=" "] I have listened to new Americana music for years now but lately my kids have started asking for their own music in the house and the car. It is formulaic and repetitive but it isn’t terrible. What kind of music do your kids listen to? |
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Post by rizzuto on Jan 18, 2020 23:56:29 GMT -5
I have listened to new Americana music for years now but lately my kids have started asking for their own music in the house and the car. It is formulaic and repetitive but it isn’t terrible. What kind of music do your kids listen to? He told you - formulaic and repetitive! In other words, what’s on the radio.  |
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Post by rizzuto on Jan 19, 2020 0:20:53 GMT -5
In the 70’s, classic rock stations played music from the 50’s and 60’s. In the 80’s, classic rock was from the late 50’s, 60’s and early to mid 70’s. In the late 80’s, the 50’s started to drop from the playlists. In the 90’s, the early 60’s appeared to drop from the playlists. Somehow though, the late 60’s and 70’s era is still being played on classic rock stations today in 2020. In the 80’s, I wasn’t listening to music from the 30’s or 40’s.
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