She is the Warrior: The Holly Knight Interview

How's this for a playlist?

“Love is a Battlefield” by Pat Benatar.

“The Warrior” by Scandal featuring Patty Smyth. 

“Obsession” by Animotion. 

"Change" by John Waite.

“Never” by Heart. 

“Rag Doll” by Aerosmith. 

“The Best” by Tina Turner.

You’ve heard those songs, you’ve watched the MTV videos. Now, Rock & Roll Hall of Fame visitors will have the opportunity to meet the virtuoso behind the music: Singer-songwriter and musician Holly Knight. 

On Friday, March 14 from 7-9 p.m., Knight will grace the Rock Hall museum’s Foster Theater for an event titled “The Woman Behind the Anthems.” The evening will feature an interview by Rock Hall Director of Education & Community Kathryn Clusman, a performance, and a book signing of Knight’s bestselling memoir “I Am the Warrior: My Crazy Life Writing the Hits and Rocking the MTV Eighties.”

Knight, who was inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame in 2013, has had an extraordinary life indeed. She learned classical piano as a child, and later attended the Mannes School of Music in New York City. A survivor in an industry that seems engineered to dismantle a woman’s power, she has personified the word “empowerment,” finding stratospheric success in spite of the odds. Apart from her elite songwriting credentials, she’s won 3 Grammys, 13 ASCAP Awards, and was a key member of two fascinating '80s bands: Spider (their songs “Change” and “Better Be Good to Me” went on to be hits for Waite and Turner, respectively) and Device (best known for the percolating, shimmering Top 40 single “Hanging on a Heart Attack”).

Holly Knight

And as if her rock and roll resume wasn’t impressive enough, Knight was even an uncredited keyboardist on KISS’ Unmasked album (and later went on to co-write the band’s song “Hide Your Heart”). While she’s regularly name-checked for her high-profile Turner and Benatar hits, her list of songwriting credits also includes tracks from Chaka Khan, Bon Jovi, Cheap Trick, Hall & Oates, Meat Loaf, Divinyls, Suzi Quatro, and many others. Knight’s inspiring work has also been featured countless times on TV (“Schitt’s Creek," "GLOW," "Stranger Things"), in commercials, and in movies (Turner’s “One of the the Living” from Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome, Rod Stewart’s “Love Touch” from Legal Eagles... and who could forget the "Love is a Battlefield" singalong in 13 Going on 30?). 

When a career like this is called “generation-defining,” it suggests that Knight, already in the Songwriters Hall, is also Rock & Roll Hall of Fame-worthy. Hopefully, she will someday take her rightful place alongside of other (and too scarce) Rock Hall-inducted female songwriters such as Carole King, Ellie Greenwich and Cynthia Weil. Until then, Knight will be saying "Hello, Cleveland!" at the Rock Hall museum this month. 

In a recent email exchange with E-Rockracy, Knight went in-depth about her upcoming appearance and her legendary career.  

You have an exciting event coming up on March 14 at the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, where you'll be doing an interview, a  book signing and a performance. First of all, have you ever been to the Rock Hall museum?
No,  never!
 
Secondly, what aspects of your special day at the Rock Hall are you most looking  forward to? 
I'm looking forward to all of it!

To quote the title of the event, you are "The Woman Behind the Anthems." Let's dig  into that a little: For the average person, songwriting is a concept that is a bit mysterious. Certainly, inspiration and hard work are two key ingredients, but could you describe your  personal songwriting process and how it has evolved over the years?
Depending on whom I’m writing for, I choose an instrument which best can capture the essence of the band or solo artist. For instance, if it’s going to be for a rock band, I like to pick up a guitar and write on that. I don’t play guitar all that well (by design), so the music ends up being simpler, which is a good thing for rock and roll. The simpler the chords, the wider the berth for the melody, and the wider the birth, the more attitude in the lyrics. On keyboards (which is my main instrument), I tend to write more complicated chord progressions, and that means the vocals have to follow the chords more closely, but again, depending on the artist or project, that can be the right path to take. And then there’s my mood on any given day. If I don’t have a particular band I’m thinking about and I just feel like writing, anything goes.

As far as the evolution of my songwriting process, I try not to write a bad song anymore… in other words, if I feel I’m onto something good, I keep going. And if I'm playing around with it too long and it’s going nowhere, I just walk away and live to write another day.
 
What challenges would you say songwriters face in 2025 that maybe differ from some of the challenges you faced as you built your career?
Social media for one, is a double-edged sword. The problem is it still costs tons of money to get your music out there — even if it’s DIY. And now there’s so many more people on the planet competing to get their songs recorded by other artists. So, if, for instance, you’re on TikTok and you know how to play the game, you might get more attention than the artist or songwriter who doesn’t have the millions of hits or fans — and it’s not necessarily based on talent or great music. Back in the day, they always listed the writers, so when you bought a record, you knew who wrote what (if you were interested). Now credits are hard to find.
 
And now with streaming, the loss of revenue to the songwriters is staggering. I could go on and on...

Mentoring is such an important part of an artist's development. What opportunities have you had to be a mentor, and who would you say mentored you as you came up in your career?
Mentors are the best! My first one was my classical piano teacher, whom I adored. I was four and she was like the mother I wish I'd had. Then in my early twenties, I met Mike Chapman, who was a huge songwriter/producer himself, and really took me under his wing — we wrote some of the best songs together. Personally, I love mentoring young writers. I have taught my own master classes from time to time and I really enjoy the process.

What final recorded and released versions of your songs would you say most closely matched the original sound you had in your head when writing them?
I would have to start with "The Best." If you were to hear the demo that my co-writer Mike Chapman and I did, you’ll hear that all the parts are there on the demo — in fact, I’ve had Tina record nine of my songs , and she always stuck to whatever we did on the demos. I loved that about her. Also, "The Warrior" (Patty Smyth) and "Invincible" (Pat Benatar) were exact replicas of the demos, and that was because Mike Chapman produced them.
 
Along those same lines, are there particular MTV music videos of your songs that you feel represented those songs especially well?
Well, I always like to see the bands playing themselves in their videos as opposed to them being "actors" in a movie, which was often “the thing” on MTV. That’s why I liked, say, Heart performing "Never." Obviously it wasn’t a live video, but you still got this sense of who the band was, as opposed to a video like "Love Is A Battlefield" with Pat Benatar. I loved the video of "Invincible" with Benatar.
 
I would’ve loved to have seen "The Warrior," with Patty Smyth as herself performing with her band. I never really got the kabuki and kimono with a lightning bolt across her face, and neither did she. They were often at the mercy of the director or makeup artist. Ha ha.
 
Speaking of music videos, your appearance at the Rock Hall has some great timing — the museum currently has an exhibit titled "1984," celebrating the era-defining songs and MTV videos that revolutionized the pop music landscape. Artists such as Prince, Madonna, Tina Turner, Eurythmics, and Duran Duran are featured artists. As someone who was there, and participated directly in this era, how do you remember 1984 and the overall "big boom" of MTV? 
Man, that time period was such a blast, honestly. My first cover was with John Waite — he recorded “Change” in 1982 (it initially came out on Spider’s second record), then Benatar recorded "Love Is a Battlefield" in 1983. By the time 1984 came around, "Better Be Good To Me” on Tina Turner’s Private Dancer record came out. It was the second single on an album that became the biggest record on the planet that year. In fact, the record won the Grammy for Record of the Year. So yes, 1984 was an amazing year, not only for me personally, but for the world musically. It was a Renaissance period.
 
I used to go see Prince perform at a little club in the Village called The Bottom Line, I dragged my manager at the time, Bill Aucoin, to come with me one night because I knew Prince was going to be huge. The first time I saw Madonna’s video “Burning Up,” I made Mike Chapman watch it and I said, "She’s going to be huge."

Device's 1986 album 22B3

You were a part of the rock group Spider, and formed the band Device. What are some of your prevailing memories of your time in those acts? 

Ever since I was a little kid, I always wanted to be a rock star, playing live to a huge audience before I ever thought about being a songwriter, so I loved it. I was a musician first — I’d been playing piano since I was four. But... I hated the politics and BS that comes with being in a band, and ultimately I was happier with the autonomy of being a songwriter. I had the freedom to flit like a happy bee, savoring honey from one flower to another. 

How do you receive new music these days, and would you name a few modern artists that have caught your ear?
I listen to various stations on Sirius radio and Spotify when I’m driving around or cooking in the kitchen. And although none of these artists are really "new," I love Lady Gaga, Halsey, Charli XCX, Måneskin, Cage The Elephant, Tame Impala, and Harry Styles.

When one looks at the high number of songwriters sometimes credited on major pop songs, it's difficult to understand how that works. Without naming names, I'm seeing one hit song had 30 songwriters, where another had 9 songwriters credited to it. What do you make of that trend, and do you find there's a "perfect number" when it comes to the number of people writing a song together?

Well, I’ll just say this — I know the artist you’re talking about, and I think that a lot people tried to defend the fact that there were 30 writers on it, saying it’s an art form when different writers are sampled and therefore have to be credited as writers. To me that’s not what I identify with as songwriting. I said in my book that if you can't write a song on your own or with one or two other writers, you shouldn’t be calling yourself a songwriter. I mean, WTF?
 
Regarding your book "I Am the Warrior: My Crazy Life Writing the Hits and Rocking the MTV Eighties," it might be fair to say it's the gift that keeps on giving. What are some of the most frequent comments you hear from fans that attend your book signings?
I‘ve been told by readers that they feel like they’re in the room with me when reading my book. Better yet, here are some reader comments from Amazon:

"This was one of my favorite books of the year! Holly has a wonderful writing style (obviously!) that really draws you in, and you feel like you're chatting with her at a bar. It was such an enjoyable read. All of the little stories and details are endlessly fascinating, from all of the Tina Turner stories, getting a sheepish apology from Eddie Van Halen and all the nitty gritty of the music industry."
 
"I knew Holly Knight was a hit-making machine before I read her book, but I was amazed at all the incredible stories of her life among all the artists I revere so much. Her tales behind the making of music will have you turning the pages so quickly that you'll wish a Volume 2 was waiting nearby."
 
"You will be blown over by Holly's incredible trip to the top of the songwriting business and the iconic musicians she befriended along the way. Easily the best memoir I've read about my beloved decade."
 
"As a musician and avid music-bio lover (I’ve read literally hundreds of them) I can safely say this is one of the best rock and roll books I’ve ever read. Period. Not only for the story of Holly’s talent and success but because of her ability to overcome obstacles and her tenaciousness: especially in a business that’s predominantly a ‘man’s world’. Her honest and forthright manner also make me want to know her. Highly recommended."
 
"This is an incredibly well written, honest and fascinating look at the creation of the of the biggest and most memorable songs of the last four decades and more importantly the woman behind them. Frank, often funny, and incredibly insightful."
 
"One of the best, honest musician bios I ever read! I was a HUGE fan before this book. Now I'm even a a bigger one! Holly Knight is an absolute legend and an unmatched talent on every level! Simply the best....no pun intended."
 
"Holly approached her book very much like her hits—all killer and no filler! Easy read, lots of cool background info and great insight into the mind and life of a songwriting sorceress."
 
On level 3 of the Rock Hall museum, they have the Signature Gallery where visitors can see all of the Rock Hall inductees' plaques. So many of the artists you've written songs for — Tina Turner, Heart, Pat Benatar, Aerosmith, KISS, and Bon Jovi — are on the wall there, so you'll definitely have to go see that. On that note, what were some of your thoughts when Tina was finally inducted as a solo artist in 2021?

Well, I get a certain thrill knowing that I had something to do with every one of those inductees you mentioned, and that I contributed something to the music world. And as far as Tina — it was about fucking time!
 
I will say though, that Tina was not really a songwriter (with the exception of "Nutbush City Limits") and not once during her induction did they mention any of the songwriters that help put her there. I mean, Tina was a supernova — but as usual, fans think that the artists always write their own songs. I wrote nine songs for her, she was my muse. 
 
Anyway, I can't wait to go see the Rock Hall museum. I’ve never been to any of the ceremonies either, but maybe this next one I’ll be able to attend. I'm really honored that they invited me to participate in this upcoming Women’s History Month. Especially as there’s an imbalance in gender of inductees. It’s the same with the Songwriters Hall of Fame. The year I was inducted, there had only been, up to that point, 16 women inductees out of 400 men. And it’s not even the fact of the organization being biased — there just weren’t a lot of women out there being "allowed" to flourish or play in the sandbox with the boys.
 
As a friend and collaborator of Tina, what would she make of all this, and what do you think she'd say to you about your upcoming appearance at the Rock Hall?
Well, it’s all there in the foreword of my book, which she wrote. She’d definitely be smiling.

Holly Knight will be appearing at the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame's Foster Theater on Friday, March 14 from 7-9 p.m. Details here.

Photo credits: Holly Knight photo by Matthew Beard; Device photo by Brian Aris; book photo by Ken Nahoum, courtesy of Permuted Press

Review: "Becoming Led Zeppelin"

"Becoming Led Zeppelin"

Director: Bernard MacMahon

121 minutes

When tectonic plates crash together, there's a great rumble. It sounds like the gods are sending a message. Such is the sonic boom of the mighty Led Zeppelin, a band so chronicled, overplayed, and taken for granted, it's difficult for a rock fan to envision anything fresh or revealing could possibly be imparted at this point. Hasn't the story been told?

The idea that maybe it hasn't is the primary achievement of "Becoming Led Zeppelin," directed by South Londoner Bernard MacMahon, the force behind the lauded 1920s roots music documentary "American Epic." With his and screenwriter Allison McGourty's sharp focus on the the group's origin story — not to mention a warm sentimentality — this documentary captures a key, lightning-in-a-bottle stretch of 1968-1970 Zep. Studio session pros cross paths with an itinerant, parent-defying hippie singer and his drummer pal, and the world never sounds the same again. It sounds like a movie pitch, inherently.

Reality, of course, is often way more interesting than fiction — and that's felt most acutely if you watch trailers for upcoming mainstream features that will soon be in theaters. Indeed, there's precious little for certain demographics to latch onto at the multiplex these days, which makes "Becoming Led Zeppelin" such a treat, even if one isn't necessarily a super-invested fan of the band. And in IMAX, the sound and vision is extra immersive and striking. If there was ever an opportunity for skeptics or scream-averse casual music fans to embrace why Led Zeppelin is important, this may be the last, best chance to "get it."

The prevailing sense and spirit of this film is that at one point in time, Jimmy Page, Robert Plant, John Paul Jones, and John Bonham were just kids, looking to find their place in the world, and a way to commune with their peers and the world at large. It's tough for a rock fan to not get misty-eyed seeing child photos of the four band members, knowing especially that the late Bonham was effectively, and over the course of Zep's existence, a major adhesive and the arm-flailing cataclysm that drove so much of what the band was. He's given lovely treatment here, with archive interviews (often being played directly to his beaming bandmates in the modern day as part of their screen time) and "these go to 11"-level live clips.

"Becoming Led Zeppelin" succeeds on various levels, but it especially sings when it digs into the history of these men. It seems Page and Jones had supportive parents, while Bonham was old before his time, marrying his sweetheart Pat Phillips at age 17 in 1966. By way of contrast, Plant, a "Golden God" in training, was once an innocent — a shaggy, flashily-attired bounder, rejecting his parent's pleas to be an accountant and trading the straight life for unlimited freedom. And if he had no steady place to live, what of it? As the documentary depicts, it was conduct that found him being photographed in the papers leading a gang of dropouts with signs advocating for pot legalization. With the end of World War II, an optimism prevailed in England, and later, cultural shifts and exposure to popular musicians (Little Richard, Lonnie Donegan, Sonny Boy Williamson, Elvis, et al. are all shown in the doc) fostered youthful rebellion and identity-seeking. 

Elsewhere, the other future Zeppelin members' development is covered in entertaining fashion. Besides Page's bow on British broadcast television as a baby-faced skiffle player at age 14, the session work that he and Jones were part of is covered in rich detail here. It all underlines the seasoned musicianship that went into Zeppelin and made them standard-bearers. Artists such as Shirley Bassey, Donovan, Lulu, the Nashville Teens, the Rolling Stones, Herman's Hermits, and Tom Jones, among many others, were graced on record by the talents of Page and Jones. As Bonham notes in an archival audio interview here, there were four distinct personalities in Led Zeppelin. 

Those personalities are well-represented onscreen. Among the most potent aspects of this documentary — created with all surviving members' full participation (unprecedented for any Zep doc to date) — are all the extensive, current interviews with Page, Plant, and Jones. With a mixture of grace, bemusement and a satisfied vibe of "my god, we really did something," each of them gamely contribute commentary and tell their respective stories. On that level alone, "Becoming Led Zeppelin" rises to the level of a landmark rock and roll film.

Of course, the performance footage is worth the price of admission. It's heady stuff watching these four guys tear into such careening, explosive songs as "Communication Breakdown," "Bring It On Home" and "What Is and What Should Never Be." Plant's wail, Bonham's swing and power, Jones' impeccable bass, Page's searing Les Paul... it's something to behold. Chemistry like this, with a prioritization of both groove and bombast (and often, psychedelic exploration) occurs very rarely in rock. Sometimes, Zeppelin's British audiences appear baffled and even pained (a child is shown plugging his ears), whereas in later footage, Americans are in a state of awe, recalling the shocked faces of hippies witnessing Hendrix light his guitar on fire at Monterey Pop. The word "disruptor" is overused in this day and age, but it's truly something to see the actual embodiment of that word rearranging the synapses of all gathered in front of them. 

Self-belief and work ethic are also themes in "Becoming Led Zeppelin." It's a real treat to see them in the studio, and have Page offer details, such as having Bonham's bass drum take up the entire widescreen picture of their sound. And even though this is a chronicle of a rapid rise that would give Icculus pause, in this window of time (effectively, their first two albums), Zep was weathering it and thriving, in spite of all the danger. That Page, Plant, Jones, and Bonham accomplished all they did — and in the process created the blueprint for every hard rock and heavy metal band that followed them — is a case study worthy of MacMahon's deeper examination. 

"Becoming Led Zeppelin" casts a spotlight on a singular phenomenon, and does it with a nice balance of journalistic integrity and heart. As with Zeus throwing lightning bolts, this tale has been told across time, but never with this much authority, unseen footage, and first-person narrative. 

REVIEW: PJ Harvey Live in Portland

PJ Harvey

Theater of the Clouds, Portland

October 7, 2024

"Arms and legs were in the trees," sang Polly Jean Harvey during "The Words That Maketh Murder," her head tilted upward for dramatic emphasis. This subtle physical movement lent a harrowing narrative even more power; for this artist, music isn't just something to be played, it's something to be experienced and felt profoundly.

On those counts, Harvey succeeded magnificently in Portland. What transpired at Theater of the Clouds resists description. Poetry set to music? Chamber death-pop? A magic realism song suite? "Alternative icon takes it to next level?" The old saying "writing about music is like dancing about architecture" seems targeted to nights like this. Harvey's a sophisticated songwriter, but even here, feelings and movement prevailed over words. She danced, floated about the stage, and frequently stopped by each bandmember, absorbing the sound. At one point, Harvey traced a huge circle with her hand from the ground to the air above her head. "Walk through this portal with me," she seemed to be saying to the audience.

Poetry, the folk tradition and a contemplated, mature vision define Harvey's current tour in support of her 2023 album I Inside the Old Year Dying. Gradually unfolding amid mood-setting stage lights, this was a journey haunted by mortality, emotional longing, and fleeting seasons. The show was audacious, but that should come as no surprise: Harvey, a generational/Gen X comet, has always been heroic. Her lo-fi, early LPs found her asserting her identity with whisper-to-a-scream dynamics, which gave way to the shimmering, narcotic savagery of To Bring You My Love (1995) and other critically hailed works such as Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea (2000), Uh Huh Her (2004), and Let England Shake (2011). 

I Inside the Old Year Dying, the Dorset, England musician's 10th album and first effort in seven years, was a creation reportedly spurred by heavy self-reflection. In her fifth decade, the stakes likely feel higher to Harvey, and this knotty, 12-track escapade of atmosphere, reality-bending, and fire-glow storytelling is the second-most graphic advertisement of where she finds herself artistically now. In first place? This spellbinding show, a fine case study of music-as-performance-art that runs through the entire (!) new album in order, then saves the more familiar, crowd-pleasing works for the back half of the night. 

Dressed in a flowing white dress adorned with a pattern of tree branches, Harvey moved about the stage, waving her arms, bending and crouching, as if she wanted to divert attention back to her band (longtime collaborator John Parish, along with drummer Jean-Marc Butty and multi-instrumentalists Giovanni Ferrario and James Johnston). With its intricate soundscapes, this backing quartet summoned a majestic musical environment, and Harvey's vocals were crystalline. Additionally, her presence while delivering these songs was strikingly theatrical. Why waste time in your fifties? When she dreamed up I Inside the Old Year Dying being performed live, maximization must have been Harvey's North Star.

Playing your entire new album to start your show is a gambit very few touring artists would attempt, but Harvey is one of the daring few that can pull it off. From the droning "Prayer at the Gate" to the percolating and spectral "The Nether-edge" to the martial drum-inflected, abrasive "A Noiseless Noise" ("Absence/Cold moon comes down curdling... know you every tear in these woods"), a transformative odyssey had occurred for all assembled. On the sound system, the tolling of church bells and birds chirping between songs lent continuity and a sense of place. Some music undeniably benefits from being played live, and this latest Harvey album, an opaque yet rewarding ride, definitely found its strongest context onstage. 

For all her poetic/artistic impulses and achievements, Harvey understands showmanship and the potency of her work outside of this latest album. After a backing band-only performance of "The Colour of Earth" that acted as a dividing line between the show's two acts, Harvey reemerged in a plain white dress, as if cleansed, and got down to other business. Rid of Me's "50ft Queenie," with its careening chaos, stood in slightly awkward contrast to the calmer, elegant Dying material (it was actually a nice palate-cleanser). "The Desperate Kingdom of Love" found Harvey on an acoustic, in one of the evening's more intimate moments. She appears so possessed and otherworldly at times, a selection like that zooms in on, and humanizes her. 

As with Harvey's repertoire overall, such quietude gives way to a tempest, so it was fitting that the penultimate song of the night was the feral, jagged "To Bring You My Love," radiating high voltage courtesy of Parish's guitar. When Harvey snarled, "I've traveled over dry earth and floods/Hell and high water to bring you my love," you believed her, and on a different level, also felt appreciation for all the intense work she's put into being the artist she is. Is Harvey suffering too much for her art? Worry not — she actually offered some personal reassurance during the encore, "Horses in My Dreams": 

"Rode a horse round the world

Along the tracks of a train

Broke the record, found the gold

Set myself free again...

I have pulled myself clear..."

Photo credit: Steve Gullick

Thicker Than Blood: Extreme Carries On

It was a Sunday in Sacramento. The congregation was on its feet. The figure in the spotlight, Gary Cherone, preached an urgent message: 

"Love is all, all you need..." 

That line may come from the Extreme song "Thicker Than Blood," but it's also a key band ethos. Whether Extreme is delivering the goods in dusty Northern California, or at Hellfest in Clisson, France, their beliefs remain intact. These guys are steadfast — truly dedicated to their cause. 

Anything this durable begs examination. In 1990, the power trio King's X proclaimed, "It's love that holds it all together." But what's holding Extreme together in 2024? Based on the observable evidence, it's fan devotion, and a commitment to each other. America may run on Dunkin', but Extreme's using another fuel altogether. This is a robust, Boston-bred brotherhood, full of intention and propelled by an enviable, high-flying songbook. On tour in support of Extreme's 2023 album Six are Cherone (vocals), Nuno Bettencourt (guitar, vocals), Pat Badger (bass), and first-rate drummer Kevin Figueirido, a fellow Bay Stater onboarded in 2007.

Gary Cherone in Sacramento

"Here I am, on the road again..." At Hard Rock Live in Sacramento last February, Extreme was hitting it for the third consecutive night (shows in Indio and Phoenix preceded this gig), but they still radiated vitality. Cherone's spry energy and Bettencourt's Washburn acrobatics combined to sensational effect. Meanwhile, Badger reinforced his rep as a secret weapon, with his on-point backing vocals and rhythm. Touring logistics unavoidably conjure the exhausted, "playin' star again" blues of Bob Seger's "Turn the Page," but wait... there's something else going on here. Call it joy, call it feeding off the crowd, call it what you want. Watching Extreme, a lifelong music fan was reminded of Brad Delp singing "Rock and Roll Band," his tenor aloft and awestruck: 

"But when we got up on stage and got ready to play, people came alive / Rock and roll band, everybody's waitin' / Getting' crazy, anticipatin' / Love and music..."

 

Like that other act out of Boston, Extreme takes none of this for granted. And notably, given their 39 years of existence, they can boast being 3/4 intact, making them a near-anomaly when compared to other acts of their era. (The metric would be 100% instead of 75%, but founding drummer Paul Geary left in 1994 to become an artist manager). The band clearly values authenticity and dignity; they wouldn't allow some near-tribute outfit to go out there, so don't expect "Badger's Extreme Evening" or "Cherone's Side of the Story" to be hitting a club near you anytime soon. 

Figueirido, Bettencourt, Cherone and Badger

Extreme's overall longevity is commendable. There have been on-again, off-again eras, but Nuno, Gary and Pat have consistently found their way back to each other, as family often does. Extreme formed in the mid-'80s, and after winning "Best Hard Rock/Heavy Metal Band" two years in a row at the Boston Music Awards, they were signed to A&M Records, and released their self-titled debut in 1989. That timestamp feels especially momentous in hindsight, because it shows that Extreme arrived at a distinct midpoint between the peak of Sunset Strip glam-rock debauchery and Seattle angst. Lyrics from their haymaker of a debut single, "Kid Ego," seem to address the failings of hair metal and its attendant Icarus narratives that set the stage for grunge: "Some modesty would suit you better"; "...the bigger they come / The harder they must all fall."

Upon reflection, the guys in Extreme were too creative and emotionally intelligent to convincingly be branded hair metal. They were too upbeat, too East Coast (and too early) for grunge. Ultimately, they were too steeped in the sweet emotion, bombast, and guitar heroism of '70s rock to deny they stood on the shoulders of giants (Daltrey-Townshend, Mercury-May, Plant-Page, Tyler-Perry, Edward Van Halen). 

It's what they did with those influences that matters. Extreme forged their own path, revealing a songwriting and performance sophistication that outclassed all the mascara-smeared, Gazzari's-playing, Rainbow Bar and Grill pizza-eating gutter rats. In the process, they created a form of counterprogramming to what was out there at the time. They were reverent classicists with a vision, more A Night at the Opera than Look What the Cat Dragged In.

Extreme's concept albums, vulnerability, and bold eclecticism (heavy metal shredding, funk, piano torch songs, acoustic rave-ups, musical theater references, etc.) set them apart, but not at the expense of success. They conquered the Billboard Hot 100 in 1991 with the number one hit "More Than Words," a harmony-drenched, evergreen ballad now woven into the American (and easily, global) musical tapestry. Their pop instincts served them well yet again that year when the single "Hole Hearted" reached number four on the same chart a few months later, adding to the double-platinum success of their second LP Extreme II: Pornograffiti.

1992 saw the release of III Sides to Every Story, a thrill ride of existential, romantic and political themes that showcased the quartet's artistic bravery and potential. While recording that album, Extreme received an invite to perform at the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert at Wembley Stadium, and were even introduced onstage by Brian May (an avowed Bettencourt fan to this day — check YouTube). Like "More Than Words," Wembley was major profile boost for Extreme, and one of their finest hours. But sadly, and as Yeats once wrote, things fall apart; the center cannot hold. Following Geary's 1994 departure, the band recorded 1995's Waiting for the Punchline, went on tour, and broke up the next year.

A long, winding road then unfurled for Extreme. It's a complex timeline marked by Cherone's stint in Van Halen and solo ventures (Tribe of Judah, Hurtsmile); Bettencourt's own projects (the Schizophonic album, Mourning Widows, DramaGods, Satellite Party) as well as a gig playing for Rihanna; and various reunions, hiatuses and tours. 2008 marked the arrival of Saudades de Rock, Extreme's last full-length effort for 15 years. In spite of all the upheaval, track 4 of Saudades found the band unbroken and defiant: "They'll never take us alive."

With the release of 2023's Six, Extreme delivered a mature, late-career statement — one greeted with acclaim and undeniable fan excitement. It also sent guitar aficionados into their bedrooms to decode Bettencourt's light-up-the-sky, god-tier solo from the lead single "Rise." Dedicated to the late Edward Van Halen, Six means business — it's by turns explosive (the confrontational thunder of "The Mask," the Internet troll-crushing "#Rebel"), romantic ("Other Side of the Rainbow"), and unexpectedly devastating ("Hurricane"). As with any Extreme album, Six also colors outside the lines, with haunting industrial textures ("X Out") and even beach-ready summer pop ("Beautiful Girls"). The closing track, "Here's to the Losers," finds Extreme inverting "We Are the Champions" in the name of compassion ("...you cannot win them all / We all have dropped the ball at one time / Game on the line "). This warmhearted benediction is among Six's best moments.

Nuno Bettencourt

Six is full of songs meant to be played live, and in Sacramento, Extreme summoned the power and precision to do their newer material justice. "Banshee" and "#Rebel" brought the passion and warfare, while "Other Side of the Rainbow" and "Small Town Beautiful" provided exhilaration and grace. At certain moments, there were direct quotes of Van Halen, Sam Cooke, Elvis, Queen, and even Andrew Lloyd Webber — bits of hero worship that underlined the band's respect for their predecessors. "Cupid's Dead" (from III Sides) was a dizzying zenith, with its tightly coiled funk, breakbeats and rapid-fire Nuno runs. Mid-set, "Am I Ever Gonna Change" served as a challenge and reminder that human struggle is universal. Still, the next selection, "Thicker Than Blood," offered a solution — one that's helped Extreme carry on for 39 years:

"Just take a look around / There’s so much to be found / Open your heart and you’ll find in you / Love is all, all you need..."

Extreme hits the road again this September in the U.S. and Canada. Tour dates:

Sep. 1 - VooDoo Lounge - Kansas City, MO

Sep. 4 – The Pub Station – Billings, MT

Sep. 5 – The Newberry – Great Falls, MT

Sep. 7 - Emerald Queen Casino - Tacoma, WA

Sep. 8 – Knitting Factory Concert House – Spokane, WA

Sep. 10 – Commodore Ballroom – Vancouver, Canada

Sep. 12 – River Cree Casino & Resort – Enoch, Canada

Sep. 13 – Grey Eagle Event Centre – Tsuut'ina, Canada

Sep. 15 – TCU Place – Saskatoon, Canada

Sep. 16 – Casino Regina – Regina, Canada

Sep. 18 – Club Regent Casino – Winnipeg, Canada

Sep. 20 – Thunder Bay Community Auditorium – Thunder Bay, Canada

Sep. 21 – EPIC Event Center – Green Bay, WI

Sep. 22 - Mystic Lake Casino Hotel - Prior Lake, MN

Sep. 24 – Taft Theatre – Cincinnati, OH

Sep. 25 – Riviera Theatre – N. Tonawanda, NY

Sep. 27 – Casino Rama Resort – Rama, Canada

Sep. 28 – MTELUS – Montréal, Canada

Photo credits: Extreme group photo by Jesse Lirola. Live photos by Mary Layton.

REVIEW: Depeche Mode's Memento Mori Tour

Depeche Mode

Moda Center

November 28, 2023

"Remember you must die," the translation of the Latin phrase memento mori, is not as bleak as it might seem. As deployed by Depeche Mode, it's an inspiring call to action: live your life. 

Weighty stuff, especially in light of the synth-pop legends' recent history, having lost founding member and keyboardist Andrew Fletcher at age 60. Fletch's sudden 2022 passing found longtime creative brothers Martin Gore and David Gahan without a tiebreaking vote, and bereft of a mediating, good-humored figure in the room. Still, it was a motivating event. The duo carried on, creating the 2023 album Memento Mori, their 15th studio effort, and their first involving an outside songwriter, Richard Butler (Psychedelic Furs). Life looked different, but it went on.

The show must also go on. Touring the globe is what Depeche Mode does best. At their Oregon tour stop, their 72nd (!) show on the Memento Mori World Tour, Gore and Gahan were in fighting shape, bringing longtime colleagues Peter Gordeno (keyboards/bass) and Christian Eigner (drums) along for two hours of surging catharsis. Fletch, given a moving tribute during "World in My Eyes," would have approved.  

A mysterious pendulum of joy and pain, getting through this thing called life. While they've always operated on a grand scale sonically, lyrically and emotionally — Depeche Mode's ethos may best be described as "widescreen" — it seems these Basildon, England lads David (61) and Martin (62) recognize the stakes more than ever now. 

Fletcher's departure clearly heightened Depeche Mode's sense of duty, and it permeated every moment of their two hours onstage. Gahan, deeply invested, was a strutting/posing/spinning live dynamo, and with his red vest and slicked-back hair, he recalled both the Emcee from "Cabaret" and Bono's Zoo TV tour character Mr. MacPhisto. Inimitable and magnetic as he floats around the stage, the frontman somehow appears both earthbound and weightless, striding about and waving his arms — he's like an inflatable air dancer outside a car dealership. Meanwhile, Gore, with his signature blonde hair and sleeveless look, was a reliable anchor, alternately hunkered down behind synth banks, playing guitar, and singing. Here are two lifelong friends and collaborators, still at it, still concerned with style and substance.

Attending a Depeche Mode concert is akin to being a light bulb — by taking your seat, you're twisting into a socket, and awaiting the Gore-Gahan power company to turn the current on. Performing in front of a giant, incandescent "M" with a high-def video screen, the quartet delivered that high voltage repeatedly. There was the adrenalizing triple-shot of "Walking in My Shoes," "It's No Good" and "Policy of Truth"; the reverberant, gothy "Black Celebration"; and Memento Mori's "My Favourite Stranger." The latter is a nasty bit of post-punk business, and found Gore and Gordeno forcefully playing guitar and bass, while Gahan and Eigner joined them in what felt like sonic Joy Division cosplay.

For all the varying intensity, Depeche Mode also found opportunities to loosen things up and have fun: they switched places (more on that below), added patient intros that initially obscured certain songs' identity, and extended classics like "Enjoy the Silence" with rhythmic breakdowns that kept the party going. As members of a world-beating, stadium-filling juggernaut, these guys could easily be aloof, but they truly came off like gracious dudes throwing a party for 20,000 people.

The charismatic Gahan is naturally Depeche Mode's focal point, but Gore had some top-shelf moments in the spotlight. The first was his lead vocal performance of "Strangelove" while Gahan was offstage on a quick break (a nifty role-reversal that underscored Martin and David's equal footing in the band). The second was a perfect rendition of "A Question of Lust"; when Gore crooned "It's a question of not letting what we've built up crumble to dust," that lyric held more meaning than ever before.

On the subject of Gahan and Gore, they were chummy throughout, interacting in a way that should reassure fans about Depeche Mode's future. They even high-fived each other at one point with both hands (is that called a "high ten?"). The most touching moment between them, however, was their duet on Violator's "Waiting for the Night." Standing together at the end of the ramp that jutted into the crowd, they serenaded the crowd as much as each other, and embraced at the end. One could imagine Fletcher observing this tender display from another dimension, smiling down on it all.

Depeche Mode's now 43-year tenure has found its principals well-versed in the art of performance and setlist construction. New material from Memento Mori was given proper due with four of its tracks performed, including the hypnotic, industrial "My Cosmos is Mine" and the existential meditation "Wagging Tongue" ("Everything seems hollow / When you watch another angel die," sung Gahan on the latter). Unavoidably, death is a motif that pervades the new album and tour; it was referenced in such visuals as the revolving skulls during "Enjoy the Silence" as well as video of a black-robed Gore and Gahan playing chess during "Ghosts Again" (think Max von Sydow vying against death in "The Seventh Seal").

Speaking of motifs, other keywords crop up repeatedly in Depeche Mode's universe of sin, desolation, and redemption. The words "angel" and "pain" are two examples — "John the Revelator / All he ever gives us is pain," proclaimed Gahan on one of the surprise deep cuts of the evening, and this, a mere four songs after belting out "A Pain That I'm Used To." Still, perseverance and transcendence exist within the group's worldview. Arriving mid-show, "I Feel You" from 1993's Songs of Faith and Devotion brought such messages as "Your heart it sings" and "I am whole." In the encore, "Just Can't Get Enough" lifted spirits to the rafters with its carefree, joyous propulsion. Contrary to some beliefs, desire doesn't always have to bring suffering. 

"Just Can't Get Enough" was, well, not quite enough. Unfinished business remained that any self-respecting Depeche Mode fan knew was coming, but still relished the idea of. The band launched into "Never Let Me Down Again" (an epic movie in song form, if there ever was one) followed by "Personal Jesus" to close it all out. The shuddering walls of sound washing over the audience during this end piece demonstrated the singular power of Depeche Mode — an immersive, soul-cleansing baptism by synthesizer.

Yes, we must die. But first, more life-affirming experiences like this, please.

REVIEW: The 2023 Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony

Rock Hall induction ceremony 38 is now in the books. What worked? What didn't? What should the Hall improve upon for future dispensations of "Music's Highest Honor?" It's time to unpack all that transpired during last night's gala at Barclays Center.

WHAT WORKED

• Every ceremony comes loaded with the possibility of that lighting-in-a-bottle "wow" moment, and the unannounced appearance of Jimmy Page performing "Rumble" for Link Wray was exactly that. The increasingly reclusive Led Zeppelin guitarist apparently couldn't resist paying tribute to his hero Link. And sly move, Rock Hall, having Page in the video package for Wray, with no expectation, necessarily, that there would be any performance (for category honorees, there is no certainty of "full induction treatment"), only to have him appear in the flesh. One truly wonders if it's the last public appearance Page, 79, will bother making (hopefully not). Further, one hopes the Hall has learned their lesson: Relegating guitar legend Wray and "Rumble" into the now-defunct "Singles"category back in 2018 was grossly insufficient given his impact. Honoring him in this way under "Musical Influence" was a classy, corrective masterstroke.
• Quite simply? The production value of the staging. The hyper-real video screens they are using now as backdrops (deployed with a regal, gold color chromatics during L.A.'s 2022 induction) looked impressive on the Disney+ livestream. Dynamic colors and shapes, gleaming blue pyramids that evoked the museum in Cleveland, a colorful, hovering UFO as Missy Elliott's show-stopping musical performance began... well, no expense was spared on these huge visuals. Live music events are now competing against the MSG Sphere in Vegas, so the Hall leveled up. (Maybe a Sphere ceremony is in the Hall's future? Vegas, baby!)
• The video packages were informative and engaging as always. These mini-documentaries on each honoree are an art form unto themselves, and provide a window into inductees' lives and career trajectories. The packages also capture artists like Kate Bush and Rage Against the Machine in their searching, brazen youth, their souls aflame and ready to knock the earth off its axis. Bush admitting her perfectionism, and shown treating her music and visuals as high/confrontational art — while decked out in full regalia in her music videos — suggested her influence on an artist like Björk. Elsewhere, seeing grainy video of Rage Against the Machine playing their first gig at Cal State Northridge in October 1991 suggests they arrived fully formed; lying ahead of them after Northridge, hundreds of stances to take, endless Molotov cocktails to light, and to paraphrase their song "Wake Up," scores of fascists to bomb a left on like they were Cassius.
• Speaking of "full regalia," Sia bears mentioning. Technicolor-attired, with a huge pink-bow atop her boxy, rainbow wig-adorned head, the singer was top-heavy and seemingly wheeled out as if she was a parade float. Sia donned all this garish armor to sing "I'm Every Woman" with Chaka Khan, and this get-up may just go down in history as one of the most playful and exotic visuals at any Rock Hall ceremony, ever.
• Among various emotional moments on this evening, Queen Latifah and Elliott's deep love and respect for each other, evidenced by their interactions onstage during Elliott's induction, was touching. Missy doing the "I'm not worthy" bow to her friend and hero, while Latifah discarded prepared teleprompter dialogue to give Missy a needed "catch your breath" moment was a real moment of support and friendship. Latifah, a major influence to Missy and countless others, should also join the inductee ranks. 
• Musical Influence honoree DJ Kool Herc's rise from his seat and trip to the stage to accept his honor, while breaking down in tears, underlined that, when the Rock Hall does the right thing (hint, hint) and immortalizes undeniable pioneers, long overdue, it means something. Amid the Rock Hall's slow-changing, often perplexing realm, a place where it's easily justifiable to be cynical and lament inequality, representation imbalances, and the seeming implausibility of real progressive change, there remains the potential of justice coming to pass. The Herc induction is one of those times, and was the first deeply emotional moment of the night; he wept through his speech, calling out people that are no longer here, such as James Brown and 2022 influence inductee Harry Belafonte. Cindy Campbell, Herc's sister who threw the famous rec room party where Herc started the hip-hop movement with two turntables, stood by his side and also said a few words. That a Rock Hall induction can mean so much to someone is why it's worth fighting for, why it's worth calling out when the Hall falls short. This pioneer's tears should inspire every Rock Hall executive to energetically fix what's wrong, and achieve the "stretch goals" of overall institutional excellence. 
• Miguel's sterling take on "Careless Whisper," for late Performer inductee George Michael (inducted by his Wham! partner Andrew Ridgeley), reminded viewers of the magic that is summoned when a guest performer is well-matched with the material (Jake Clemons on sax was a welcome surprise here, too). Carrie Underwood's reading of the rising-and-falling "One More Try" demonstrated that she also understood the assignment. Same goes for St. Vincent's mesmerizing take on Kate Bush's "Running Up That Hill," pop phenomenon Olivia Rodrigo trading verses with Sheryl Crow on "If It Makes You Happy," and New Edition's joyful, serotonin-rush performance of Spinners classics. The Spinners segment, complete with a "Soul Train" logo dropping down and dancers recreating the visuals and energy of that TV show (the program's impresario, Don Cornelius, was also honored on this night) was exhilarating, and did right by the overdue, four times-nominated R&B vocal group. (One genuinely wonders if most people watching realized New jack swing legend Bobby Brown was onstage, performing with New Edition). 
• The triumph of the elders was a leitmotif last night, and it was downright heartwarming. "It's a dream come true," said surviving Spinners member Henry Fambrough (85) via video, accepting the award. Erstwhile Spinner member John Edwards (78), who sang with the group from 1977-2000, also appeared by video to accept. It's funny how time slips away: Willie Nelson, 90 years young, was seated throughout his time in the limelight at Barclays center, but hey, he made it. And speaking of the Red Headed Stranger...
• You have to tip your cowboy hat to American treasure Willie. His induction segment started with Dave Matthews' heartfelt acoustic performance of "Funny How Time Slips Away," followed by Matthews' speech. Nelson career milestones were noted, such as Patsy Cline recording "Crazy" and how the country icon has recorded 72 albums. Also included in Dave's prepared words were mentions of the Outlaws and the Highwaymen, two groups Nelson was in with Waylon Jennings, as well as Nelson's Farm Aid concerts. (And is is this first rock hall speech that's ever quoted comedian Bill Hicks?) Matthews' breathless, rambling speech that was nonetheless endearing (and may just get Dave Matthews Band on the ballot for a second nomination). Nelson's video package showed him with Johnny Cash, and detailed his overall journey and the "Nashville Sound" that he wanted to move past. In a key move, Nelson moved back to Texas, grew longer hair and became the artist he wanted to be (one might also call this the George Carlin trajectory). Musicians in video include Chris Stapleton (he mentioned how normal people, hippies and cowboys all gathered around the Willie campfire), the Black Crowes' Chris Robinson, the late Ray Charles, and Norah Jones (she had high compliments for "Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain"). In his acceptance speech, Nelson talked about working with with Ray Charles, Leon Russell, and Booker T. Jones, and plugged Jennings and Kris Kristofferson for Rock Hall induction. His relatively brief words led into his performance of "Whiskey River" (backed by a snappy band including Stapleton and Don Was), "Crazy" with Sheryl Crow, and the inevitable "On the Road Again" with Matthews, Crow, and Stapleton. This "On the Road Again" performance might be about as "countrified" as the Rock Hall induction stage has ever been. Cowboy hats, beards, Willie's headband... some CMA Awards-type stuff. 
• Non-inductee (!) Peter Frampton joining Sheryl Crow on guitar for "Every Day is a Winding Road" was a welcome sight. Double inductee Stevie Nicks also sang on the number, remaining onstage after dueting with Crow on "Strong Enough." Oscar winner Laura Dern did the induction speech for Crow, making this the second consecutive ceremony where a Hollywood actor spoke for the first inductee of the evening (Robert Downey, Jr. took this slot in 2022, ushering in Duran Duran). 
• Chaka Khan's induction portion was uniquely memorable, even beyond the Sia wardrobe. Her inductor was R&B talent Jazmine Sullivan, who said that Khan was celebrating her 50th year in the business (inadvertently emphasizing how long it took the singer to be honored by the Hall). Khan's video package featured no less than Michelle Obama, Joni Mitchell, H.E.R., and Grace Jones, and noted the Black Panther rallies Khan attended as a young person. It also showed Khan performing with Whitney Houston, Miles Davis, Prince and Rufus (the latter group frequently nominated with Chaka in her earlier, failed nominations). "She's just leaving it all on that stage in every performance," H.E.R. beamed in the video. Speaking of performance, Khan offered a medley including a terrific duet with Common (covering the Melle Mel rap portion) on her breakdance-worthy Prince cover "I Feel For You." Elsewhere, H.E.R. played guitar on "Ain't Nobody" and stayed onstage for Rufus' "Sweet Thing." Finally, the Sia rainbow appeared for "I'm Every Woman." During her speech, Khan noted that without Rufus, she would not be where she is today, and brought out Rufus guitarist Tony Maiden. Khan's induction was a long time coming, delayed justice after seven nominations. 
• While Ahmet Ertegun award honoree Don Cornelius' segment was among the briefest of the night, the question of why "Soul Train" was important was answered in no uncertain terms. In Cornelius' video package, Questlove called the show "a religion," going on to say that it was a depiction of black joy. Also appearing in the video were Lionel Richie, Chaka Khan, and Aresenio Hall. "This was our classroom," noted Richie.
• Al Kooper's acceptance, via video, of the Musical Excellence honor was particularly gratifying. He's a retiree and 79 years old, and it seemed he was really savoring this recognition. In an unusual move, Kooper narrated his own video package, which chronicled his astonishing collaborations, including Bob Dylan (Kooper played the organ intro to "Like a Rolling Stone"); Jimi Hendrix (he appeared on Electric Ladyland); guitarist Mike Bloomfield; Blood, Sweat and Tears; and Lynyrd Skynyrd (he discovered and produced them). "It's been quite a long run for me," Kooper said, adding that it all began in 1958. (The great studio pianist Nicky Hopkins would be a fine choice in this slot next year.)
• Public Enemy's enthusiastic Flava Flav was thankfully on camera several times, resuming the bouncy cheerleader role he originally took up amid the expensive tables at the 2013 ceremony.
• Morello's impassioned acceptance speech as the lone member of Rage in the house was a keeper. "The world is not going to change itself... the world is changed by ordinary people that have had enough," he declared. Inductor Ice-T, who did his speech with no teleprompter, shared a great story: "We gotta go on after them?!" he recalled about an early gig where Rage opened up for Body Count (he said Zack de la Rocha started that show by leaping 5 feet into the air). He later added, "If you wanna go down in history, you gotta either make something or break something." 
• Missy Elliott's sensory-overloading extravaganza at the end of the night was outstanding, and it came complete with a UFO landing, a hologram and a high-energy, backing dancer-loaded medley of "Get Ur Freak On," "The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)," "Work It," "Pass That Dutch" and "Lose Control." How great is it that Jimmy Page was watching all this?
• Finally, "Go Bernie Taupin" (and not just for suggesting Merle Haggard for induction). Someone had to say it, since the Hall (unlike Rolling Stone magazine, which made a statement and has published follow-up articles) despite rapidly ejecting Hall co-founder Jann Wenner from its board, has not followed up with even a simple, closure-giving statement of how they will go forward following recent controversy (sparked when Hall co-founder Wenner told a New York Times interviewer that he didn't feel that women and black artists were articulate enough to be included in his new book The Masters). Taupin, accepting his Musical Excellence honor, chimed in when no one else did: “I guess you could say my being inducted is a paradox, perhaps, but either way, I’m honored to be in the class of 2023 alongside a group of such profoundly articulate women and outstanding articulate Black artists along with all of the other music masters here tonight.” Indeed, for the Rock Hall, "Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word." 

WHAT DIDN'T WORK / SUGGESTIONS FOR IMPROVEMENT

• This was a four and-a-half hour show (last year's was 5.5 hours), and it ran relatively seamlessly (Elton John loitered at the mic a little too long prior to his Taupin speech, waiting for a cue), but speeches by Matthews and Morello came off rushed. There must be visible countdown clocks, as is often the case with these awards shows, but some participants clearly interpret those as stressors, and it shows. No one wants long speeches, but there is a fine line and maybe some finesse due in the area of letting the podium pilots breathe a little.  
• Teleprompter issues evidently threw Kate Bush induction speaker Big Boi off a bit. Stumbling over mixed-up words on the prompter he stammered, then jabbed, "Who the fuck?... Did you go to class?!" Other podium issues included microphones that were too low. Some technical issues are par for the course, but if this thing will now be streamed live, it's time to tighten it up.
• Speaking of the Disney+ streaming user experience, some folks on social media reported frustrations finding/seeing the Rock Hall livestream due to the app's parental controls being on. Mickey Mouse and Ice-T, an unholy combination, to be certain. 
• No way to fix this, but the Hall's gamble that Rage would reunite and blow the roof off of Barclays Center did not pay off. It's too bad, but where Morello sees Rage's induction as a mass communication possibility, perhaps his singer perceives it as compromising with corporate entities. If one looks at the optics of a Disney+ and ABC-broadcast show, and then considers de la Rocha's lyrics in Rage's song "Bullet in the Head" it makes a bit more sense: "They load the clip in omnicolor / Said they pack the nine, they fire it at prime time / The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz / And motherfuckers lost their minds...  Just victims of the in-house drive-by / They say, "Jump", you say, "How high?"
• Ice-T is an artist that has flipped off the establishment in myriad, dramatic ways, which makes him a terrific choice to induct Rage. But it would have been even better if Body Count had tackled a Rage song, in lieu of an actual Rage performance. As hard as it would be to rap Zack's vocal parts, maybe the Hall still could have enlisted Body Count, or another substitute performer in this case. (That said, Ice-T's walk out music, Body Count's "There Goes the Neighborhood," was tremendous. There are specific songs one never expects to hear at a ceremony, and that would be one, with 2022's "Rico Suave" being another.)
• Ending an induction ceremony with an acceptance speech, as happened last night with Elliott, is a weird way to bring these dazzling annual events in for a landing. It's like they pack the ceremony with constant fireworks, only to have no "grand finale." It's possible something was cut at the last minute. An all-star jam around the 50th anniversary of hip-hop is possibly something that was in the works.
• That brings up an issue around how the showrunners structure the artist induction segments; music performances, induction speeches and acceptance speeches were shuffled around in a chaotic, variable order. This not only resulted in the Elliott speech being the end of the night (and this, after her off-the-charts performance that felt like the "thrilling conclusion"), but Crow performing one song, which led to speeches, which led to more performances, etc. At past ceremonies, there was an induction speech, an acceptance speech, and then the performance, which may not make for the most enthralling television sequence, but it prevents the awkward scene of an out-of-breath inductee who just sang, danced and/or played guitar having to run over to a podium to accept their trophy. A tricky problem, admittedly, but one that should be worked through. 
• Resource allocation is tricky with so many stars involved, and yet, it seemed a bit like blatant overexposure to have Crow appear for a third time for The Band's "The Weight," performed after the In Memoriam segment in tribute to Robbie Robertson. Especially when that number included the amazing vocal power station Brittany Howard, who might have taken an extra verse instead. Sometimes less is more, even at a jam-packed extravaganza such as this. Crow did great, and it's no dig at her talents, but this thing is packed with potential participants and other individuals might have been better slated in for that (Rodrigo, even? Get that cross-generational vibe happening). 
• Robertson will be sorely missed. He was a titanic musical talent, a member of The Band, a Scorsese film score maestro, and notably, a longtime member of the Hall's Nomination Committee. The music tribute to him was appropriate enough, but it's tough not to think of other options related to the dearly departed that, all due respect, might have happened instead. ("The Weight" is practically a cliche at this point; your drunk uncle is probably singing it at a coffeehouse open mic as we speak.) There is precedent for doing a musical tribute to late musicians that are not inductees (Exhibit A: Jerry Cantrell and Ann Wilson did "Black Hole Sun" for Chris Cornell at the ceremony in 2018), so, just putting this out there: What about Howard singing "Nothing Compares to You" for Sinead? Perhaps Matthews sings a Jimmy Buffett tune ("Come Monday")? Or, if there is to be fidelity to inductees, what about Frampton peeling off some stately Jeff Beck licks? So many possibilities.
• Overall, this ceremony paled a bit in comparison to the 2022 edition. It's tough to say why, but with Bush and Rage members conspicuous in their absence, it makes 2022 moments like Judas Priest's appearance and Eurythmics' commanding reunion feel even more special. Dolly Parton and Rob Halford, opposing electrons drawn to center stage together singing "Jolene" ...well, there's no parallel moment like that in the 2023 show (for sheer jaw-drop quotient, Page's high-voltage "Rumble" comes closest). Like wine, these ceremonies are akin to vintages; some taste better than others, and others age more gracefully. It will be interesting to see how history treats the 2023 ceremony, but this was an intriguing mosaic of inductees, and the induction of the first female rapper in Elliott means a glass ceiling was finally shattered. 
• Finally, a note around matters of institutional identity. The Rock Hall has now branded induction into its ranks as "Music's Highest Honor" This is very close to the Grammys' tagline, "Music's Biggest Night." It seems minor, but it also could be construed as a step toward competing with the Recording Academy to a degree. The Rock Hall ceremony up to this point was an elusive, prerecorded music awards show, edited for later broadcast on HBO/MAX that, in 2023, jumped over to a Disney+ livestream, with a trimmed, three-hour version to air on major (Disney-owned) network ABC January 1, 2024. There were specific moments in last night's ceremony that felt spiritually similar to a Grammys show, such as the George Michael performance (no dig on it, it was mostly excellent), with its tandem of Miguel, Adam Levine, and Carrie Underwood. When you have Elton John, Chris Stapleton and Sheryl Crow onstage singing together, that feels Grammys-esque, too. It's not that it's "bad," it's more of a subtle, abstract thing. There's a certain smoothness and a drift to the middle. The Hall should study what the Grammys are doing, and locate incremental ways to distinguish its own tentpole event a bit more. As these inductions get bigger, more expensive, and put in front of more eyeballs, it should not be lulled into becoming "safer" and Disney/ABC-ready. It should have a touch of danger and a lot of attitude... that's rock and roll, after all. 

No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn: Ahead of its Ceremony 11/3, the Rock Hall Has Serious Work to Do

In light of the Jann Wenner controversy this past week, it must be said: As Rolling Stone magazine has done already, the Rock Hall — as an institution, and the second-most conspicuous monument to Wenner's ambition and "vision" — needs to issue a statement to clarify its current position, distance itself, and re-establish some semblance of trust with its employees, donors, members, and ceremony ticket buyers. It's time for the Hall to meet the moment, especially with the looming inductions at Brooklyn's Barclays Center this November.  

To quote George Costanza, it may be time for the Rock Hall to reject its first impulses, and "do the opposite." Apologies and humility, as with Hall co-founder Wenner, seem as scarce as the women and people of color in its inductee ranks. The arrogance displayed by Wenner when his ignorance was exposed by writer David Marchese in last week's New York Times interview was stunning. Arrogance is a trait that's palpable, too, in the Hall's public relations approach, which seems to toggle between diversion and denial. The "ignore it and it will go away" gambit works sometimes, but neither the Hall, nor Wenner can wish this one away. It's the equivalent of a cash deposit bag exploding a dye pack on a fleeing bank robber. 

On September 16, amid a reported atmosphere of "urgency and rage," a vote was held by the Rock Hall foundation, and a statement was released saying that Wenner had been ejected from its board. (Also that day, the New York Times reported that president and CEO of the foundation, Joel Peresman, contacted by phone, "declined to comment further.") In an e-mail from foundation member Troy Carter to Wenner that leaked, words were not minced: 

"It's mind-blowing to hear you imply that women and Black artists lack the intellectual articulation to be philosophers of rock, considering the significant contributions they have made, not only in terms of creative output but also in articulating the cultural, political and social aspects of their work. Artists like Nina Simone and Billie Holiday used their music to tackle pressing issues of civil rights and social injustice. They spoke eloquently about the purpose behind their music. Robert Johnson, Little Richard and Chuck Berry laid much of the groundwork for what rock and roll would become, both musically and conceptually... 

... You have every right to your opinion, whether or not I agree. But as a member of one of the most important music institutions in the world, your opinion is hurtful to all of the women and Black artists who hold the RRHF in high regard. While you have a storied history in the music industry, that story also includes a long history of racial bias and bigotry... 

... Nina and Joni would run circles around you on their worst day. It’s always difficult when a board removes a founder, but in this case, it’s easy. Kick rocks, buddy."

One gets the sense that Wenner was probably relieved that catapults are no longer in popular usage. 

Carter's e-mail represents a close-up perspective, but if one zooms out and takes a holistic view of the Hall, an unavoidable question emerges: Why does it seem that it's only when there's a four-alarm fire — when the Hall's hand is absolutely forced by bad optics and/or external pressure — that it is spurred into action? Yes, the Hall is a complicated, committee-laden bureaucracy. Yes, this thing's ideological concrete was set on a slant. Yes, the rotten tomatoes lobbed at the Hall on social media in one week could sustain Heinz production for a year. But is this a fire department, or a globally-recognized cultural institution? 

The concept of being proactive, instead of constantly reactive, would seem to be a common-sense strategy for any public entity of this scale, particularly one that involves the preservation of culture and aspires to pantheon-building. Preventative maintenance and crisis management are two areas the Hall ought to explore with fresh vigor, especially after this past week. Specific phrases from Ice Cube's 2016 induction speech ("Rock & roll is not an instrument, rock & roll is not even a style of music. Rock & roll is a spirit.") are repeatedly parroted by Hall officials, but something else Cube once said should also be taken to heart by the institution: "Check yo' self before you wreck yo' self."

The Rock Hall foundation's leadership presides over a world where women comprise only 8.63% of inducted members; where an insulted Alanis Morrissette unexpectedly leaves a ceremony rehearsal, blaming sexism and incivility; where hip-hop legends such as Eric B. & Rakim and A Tribe Called Quest languish with nominations but no inductions; where a host of funk, soul, R&B, and disco acts are still on the outside (the Meters, Patti LaBelle, Luther Vandross, Kool & the Gang, Pointer Sisters, 11-time nominees Chic); where punk, prog, hard rock, and metal lodestars struggle for recognition (no Bad Brains, no Jethro Tull, no Thin Lizzy, no Iron Maiden); where scenery-chewing weirdos sit on the bench (Screamin' Jay Hawkins, Grace Jones, the Cramps); where superstars of reggae and Afrobeat are missing (Peter Tosh, Fela Kuti); where Los Lobos gets a single nomination (2016), and never returns to the ballot; where iconic bassist Carol Kaye (88 years old) has never been honored; where god-tier pioneer Sister Rosetta Tharpe isn't honored until 2018; where Cleveland-born Tracy Chapman has zero nominations; where Chaka Khan has to endure 7 fruitless nominations across 11 years (with and without Rufus) before finally being honored in 2023. To put it lightly, this is a world in need of radical change. As Chapman once sang, "Talking about a revolution."

The Rock Hall, now estranged from Wenner, yet associated with him forever, is in rough waters. At a time when they'd rather be touting their upcoming, $135 million museum expansion, as well as the the Brooklyn inductions six weeks from now, they're forced to navigate a spiraling public relations crisis. Past controversies have dogged the Hall, of course (everyone should know the name Dorothy Carvello), but the Wenner expulsion arrives on the heels of yet another embarrassing situation: Just last year, they had to suspend Craig Inciardi, a long-tenured museum curator and director of acquisitions, after he was criminally charged, with others, for trying to sell handwritten notes and lyrics Don Henley claims were stolen from him. The trial is reportedly slated for this fall. 

Rock Hall drama and malfeasance is nothing new — for years now, the noble, fact-based work of essential watchdogs such as the website Future Rock Legends and author/educator Evelyn McDonnell have provided a checks-and-balances system and conscience that the Rock Hall, with its unsavory associations and perplexing actions, often seems to lack. Along the same lines, Hole singer Courtney Love entered the conversation earlier this year with a series of impassioned Twitter posts, as well as a guest piece in The Guardian, perceptively calling out the same sins of exclusion at the Rock Hall that Wenner just inadvertently exposed in himself. 

The 2023 induction ceremony is coming up fast, and the entire vibe and success of this annual gala truly depend on which key actions the Hall takes next. If Hall leadership wants to win back hearts and minds, it should trade stonewalling for pragmatism. It should release a public statement of contrition and renewed purpose to communicate its priorities and propel itself beyond the Wenner narrative. Further, several rounds of hat-in-hand diplomacy with 2023's inductees will be required to convince them to a) still believe in this thing, and b) show up. Mission-critical artist negotiations occur in advance of every ceremony, but Wenner has certainly made that task a lot tougher this time around.

Indisputably, Wenner co-founded this institution and has had an outsized influence on shaping what it is today. Suggesting that new leadership in recent years, as encouraging as it is, somehow erases Jann's fingerprints from the Hall is short-sighted and not in line with the facts. It's hard work to change, but change, the Rock Hall must. Another part of Carter's e-mail says it all: 

"We can't change what was said, but we can learn from it and take steps to ensure that the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame is an institution that truly honors the breadth and depth of contributions to music." 

It's time to take those steps. Ultimately, "Rock's Highest Honor" (the Hall rebranded it as "Music's Highest Honor" this month) cannot be administered from the low gutter of ignorance and exclusion.