T o be perfectly frank, I never felt a strong pull to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Despite being someone whose job is writing about music, something about the Cleveland institution always rubbed me the wrong way.

Maybe it was the misnomer inherent in its title — it's really a museum of popular music across genres since rock and roll's creation (which is fine, just odd). Maybe it was the seemingly arbitrary selection of Hall of Famers — The White Stripes and Dave Matthews Band are already inducted, but insanely influential acts like Iron Maiden, Pixies, Devo, Black Flag, and Diana Ross aren't? Maybe it's that it always carried an air of dusty old boomer nostalgia that celebrated a lot of the things I like least about rock (like celebrating navel-gazing wanker guitar solos over actual

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