Not so much the DC5. Can you name a Dave Clark Five album? Probably not, unless you’re really into the Dave Clark Five, really into the British Invasion, or cheating.
Rock 'n' roll's American-made versions of Floyd Little have handfuls of recognizable singles, stats at least as good – and a snowball’s chance of making it to Cleveland.
It’s enough to make you think that the only thing keeping out the few Hall-worthy British acts (John Mayall, Marc Bolan, Yes) is the lack of suitable American counterparts. (Don’t even come around here with that Styx-equals-Yes garbage.)
Every one of these missives comes with a lesson, just like the Loop-flipper in the box of Froot Loops. The lesson this time is that performers' tangible measurements of success are treated differently in football and rock ‘n’ roll. Football players are measured by what they do for themselves and what they do for the team. Music’s best performers are measured by what they do for themselves or what they do for the team, but the threshold changes from act to act. Good luck figuring out what it is for your favorite performer.
For all the sportswriters currently wringing their hands over the brokenness of the Baseball Hall of Fame I come bearing goodish news: Compared to the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame, the Baseball Hall of Fame is as regular and regulated as a Mormon actuary in Singapore. And the Football Hall of Fame is a CPA in Saudi Arabia.
And Troy Polamalu still has fantastic hair.