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Monday, March 10, 2008

Cleveland: Home of Rock and Roll?

I was just in Cleveland and once again began to ruminate on the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Putting it in Cleveland is really a joke. I know that christening the birthplace of any style is less than an exact science. Where is the birthplace of jazz? What about blues? There's lots of reasonable candidates. But for Rock?? There is room for debate, but the last place I would pick would be Cleveland. Especially when it is very, very clear that Memphis is unquestionably more suited to this dubious honor. Memphis had Sun Records and Sun had Elvis, Jerry Lee, Carl Perkins, Howlin Wolf, Jackie Brenston/Ike Turner. Sun had the slapback echo, brilliant brainchild of the real genius of Rock and Roll: Sam Phillips. So, lets set the record straight. Memphis is the home of Rock and Roll.

Then again. Who really cares? Really, the sight of these Rock and Roll geezers slapping each other on the back is nauseating.

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