ABBA has been voted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. This is a cultural travesty on par with Wall Street suits still raking in millions as the economy remains trapped in a financial septic tank of their making.
What drives me to write about ABBA’s recognition, other than to lash out at the three decades of trauma I’ve suffered from their Swedish-spawned alleged “rock” music? In truth, I have nothing against the musicians, and there obviously are many people who like their sound. Elevator music from hell is what I label it, but that’s only one amateur critic’s opinion.
No, the absolute injustice I am compelled to shout from the Hall’s rooftop is that while ABBA has made it to the Rock Hall, the Doobie Brothers have not. Please pardon the outburst, but, ARE YOU BLEEPING KIDDING ME!?! ABBA was a banal stain on the radio waves of the 1970s. The Doobies were the life of the party.
What the ABBA were the Rock Hall voters smoking this year? Not doobies. More like candy cigarettes.