My interest in the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame is so minuscule that I am much more concerned about when the MHz streaming channel is introducing its promised new season of Captain Marleau, the wacky French female Columbo, than I am with who's-in, who's-out. I've said it before and I'll say it again: If you are within 50 miles of Cleveland, definitely go. My daughter Liz married a young man (a doctor, you should know!) from a very nice Cleveland family, so we visited, we like the city, we enjoyed our afternoon at what everyone there proudly calls the "Rock Hall." I am sorry that Cleveland's native humorist/philosopher Harvey Pekar did not live long enough to comment much about it, though I'm sure that like everything else on this planet, it would make him cranky.
But I do feel a certain duty to weigh in on each year's selections, because what is a music-oriented column for? In all of my many years as a professional critic, I was offered a critics selection ballot twice. I used to be disgus…
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