To round out the third week of Rock & Roll Hall of Fame posts, I’m going to feature songs from three acts that have so far gone un-inducted.
In 2018, the Cleveland Plain Dealer compiled an ordered list of the 100 artists most egregiously overlooked by the Hall. In the three years since, six of their top 10 have been inducted, so either they had some sway, or they have their finger on the pulse of the nominating committee.
In the top spot was Kraftwerk, who were inducted this year. Slots two and three went to Janet Jackson and Radiohead, respectively. Both were inducted in 2019.
Coming in at #4, and sure to warm the heart of frequent commenter Dana, is The Smiths.
The English indie band has been eligible since 2009 and has been nominated twice, in 2015 and 2016. They seemed to have some momentum, but haven’t been nominated since, perhaps because lead singer Morrissey has spiraled into an ugly racist caricature.
Do musical icons turn into massive pieces of shit, or were they just better at hiding it back in the day (looking at you, Eric Clapton, Van Morrison and Morrissey)?
The Smiths were certainly a much bigger deal, commercially, in their native country than the U.S., which might explain the lack of attention from the Hall. But there is no denying their influence, or the passion they inspired, in Britain and beyond. The BBC once referred to The Smiths as “the band that inspired deeper devotion than any British group since the Beatles.”
Stop me, oh-oho, stop me
Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before
Stop me, oh-oho, stop me
Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before
Nothing’s changed
I still love you, oh, I still love you
Only slightly, only slightly less
Than I used to, my love
[Verse 1]
I was delayed, I was waylaid
An emergency stop
I smelt the last ten seconds of life
I crashed down on the crossbar
And the pain was enough to make
A shy, bald, Buddhist reflect
And plan a mass murder
Who said I’d lied to her?
Oh, who said I’d lied because I never? I never!
Who said I’d lied because I never?
[Verse 2]
I was detained, I was restrained
And broke my spleen
And broke my knee
And then he really laced into me
Friday night in Out-patients
Who said I’d lied to her?
Oh, who said I’d lied? Because I never, I never
Who said I’d lied? Because I never
And so I drank one
It became four
And when I fell on the floor I drank more
[Chorus]
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before
Nothing’s changed
I still love you, oh, I still love you
Only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love
First and foremost, Happy Birthday!ππ₯ππ
When I first saw this post come up, I thought that perhaps you were giving it as a birthday gift to yourself, assuming that I would feel restrained from making negative comments as my birthday present to you.π
Suffice to say that I donβt think the Smiths should be inducted into the Rock Hall (shocker, I know!). I do, however, question the suggestion that The Smiths inspired deeper devotion than any British band since the Beatles. More than Genesis? Queen? Pink Floyd? The Cure? Heck, even One Direction! I suspect that BBC journalist was a Smithβs sycophant.
Happy Birthday β€οΈ Nice to see the Cleveland Plain Dealer mentioned π