The annual list
It’s that season again. Yes, R&RHOF awards. The target demographic (for the postulants and the audience) fits squarely on my shoulders.
You see, some things have a best before date: yogurt comes to mind. And then, there’s music. To be eligible for nomination, a group must have released their first album at least twenty-five years ago. Take out your calendar: what was in the new records bin at your local record store, back in ’96? Not much vinyl even then. But here’s the thing. Ask my mother. Ask my son.
You’ve now put the brackets around the possibilities. As I said, the HOF is aimed at me. I mean, not specifically their restaurant, but the lists of nominees. I’ve heard of almost all of them, and for the sonic spoonful there’s YouTube. Recognizing the faces? Not always.
A bit of a history lesson, just finding out the who and the what. Sometimes the greats aren’t automatically accepted. The Moody Blues?
Like so many other “best of” lists, I treat the HOF list as a shopping list. What should I add to my library?
I’ve finally made the cut with my local drug dealer. I mean the pharmacist. When my eye drops get down to the “shake the tiny bottle to see if it is really empty” level, I simply call in, give my name and my order and within hours it is ready for pickup. Bagged, tagged, and they even keep a short list (as in, we are short of that variety, so you’re now on our list). I’m happy to declare that I’ve never had to go without. Good work, team!
