Wednesday, October 12, 2011
The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame was great. The exhibits and displays contained so much information and memorabilia that after a while I was on overload and had to just start skimming. The Hall has major displays for Elvis, The Beatles and the Rolling Stones. They present a great deal of information on the early influences of rock and roll. Everywhere throughout the museum there are displays of the artists and music. Lots of music.
The only thing the museum is bad about is the thing they should be best about—presentation of the inductees. Instead of a hall with plaques or busts or even just signs, all they have is a hall of autographs. There is a film with video of each inductee by year, but it is a pretty brief presentation with no narration. Of course there is information about the artists throughout the museum, but I wish there was a real collection of information about each artist, and all the other inductees. There is very little explanation about the sidemen, and other non-performers. I am sure there is individual information about each hall of fame member because there is an extensive display about the 2011 new members. So I was disappointed I could not read about each member separately.
Everything else about the museum was terrific. From Janis Joplin’s psychedelic-painted car to Jimi Hendrix’s vests to John Lennon’s piano there was so much information. I loved seeing Mick Jagger’s jumpsuit, Les Paul’s guitars, and, amazingly enough, Lada Gaga’s raw meat dress. (No, it is not all rancid. Apparently as soon as she took it off they made efforts to preserve it which in essence turned the meat into beef jerky.)
The latter is in an exhibit which I know my daughter would love—Women Who Rock. This started way back with women from before World War II, including Mama Maybelle Carter. There is even a “digital jukebox” of one hit wonders. (Including, Meg, “Disco Duck.” She has never forgiven me for slipping that into her iPod when she wasn’t looking.)
It was definitely worth coming to Cleveland to the this museum. Tomorrow I head to Canton about an hour south of here for the Pro Football Hall of Fame.
The only thing the museum is bad about is the thing they should be best about—presentation of the inductees. Instead of a hall with plaques or busts or even just signs, all they have is a hall of autographs. There is a film with video of each inductee by year, but it is a pretty brief presentation with no narration. Of course there is information about the artists throughout the museum, but I wish there was a real collection of information about each artist, and all the other inductees. There is very little explanation about the sidemen, and other non-performers. I am sure there is individual information about each hall of fame member because there is an extensive display about the 2011 new members. So I was disappointed I could not read about each member separately.
Everything else about the museum was terrific. From Janis Joplin’s psychedelic-painted car to Jimi Hendrix’s vests to John Lennon’s piano there was so much information. I loved seeing Mick Jagger’s jumpsuit, Les Paul’s guitars, and, amazingly enough, Lada Gaga’s raw meat dress. (No, it is not all rancid. Apparently as soon as she took it off they made efforts to preserve it which in essence turned the meat into beef jerky.)
The latter is in an exhibit which I know my daughter would love—Women Who Rock. This started way back with women from before World War II, including Mama Maybelle Carter. There is even a “digital jukebox” of one hit wonders. (Including, Meg, “Disco Duck.” She has never forgiven me for slipping that into her iPod when she wasn’t looking.)
It was definitely worth coming to Cleveland to the this museum. Tomorrow I head to Canton about an hour south of here for the Pro Football Hall of Fame.
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