Although I’m overjoyed The Replacements were nominated to join the Rock And Roll Hall of Fame, I recently realized The Smiths were not chosen – but could have/should have been. According to the Hall’s guidelines, “artists become eligible for induction 25 years after the release of their first record,” and The Smiths’ self-titled debut came out way back in 1984.
Are The Smiths worthy? Well, do you even need to ask?
Granted, we may never have had the dreaded emo genre had The Smiths' singer Morrissey not spilled his guts ever eloquently within so many brilliantly written song gems, you really can’t blame true original architects for copycat crimes. Besides, Morrissey consistently mixed his gloom with biting humor and true class -- traits heretofore never seen in any emo.
There was more to The Smiths than just its genius crooner, however. Let’s not forget about Johnny Marr, a guitarist that took the best of The Byrds, The Rolling Stones and so many others, and created the template for melodic indie rock joy.
In this sad case, ‘wait until next year,’ just doesn’t ease the pain. I was happy in the haze of the other nominations, but heaven knows I’m miserable now.