A rare photo-op outside Cleveland's Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. So let's get this straight: You can take pictures of DaVinci's paintings at the Louvre, but it's forbidden at this glorified version of the Hard Rock Cafe?
A TACKY TOURIST EDITORIAL – By Ilya Mirman
I’m a huge music junkie and love capturing snippets of my concert experiences with photography.
Obviously, I’m not alone. Check out the sea of cameras at this recent Springsteen concert at Boston Garden:
DESTINED FOR DISAPPOINTMENT -- Hundreds of Bruce Springsteen fans believe their tiny flashbulb will make a difference while photographing their working-class hero in a darkened cavern.
So you might imagine how psyched I was to plan a visit to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland. Who needs the Louvre or Hermitage, when you got the museum housing amazing artifacts from the people that built rock and roll? I almost couldn’t fall asleep the night before, and I couldn’t wait to get out the door in the morning.
But the dream became a nightmare when the museum guards barked, “NO CAMERAS!”
No joke – you gotta check your cameras before going in. The museum is a treasure trove of awesome rock memorabilia – but you can’t photograph any of it!
Really?! You can visit the Louvre and photograph the Mona Lisa, Venus de Milo, and Winged Victory of Samothrace. But you can’t photograph Madonna’s pointed bustier, Roy Orbison’s guitar, or Michael Jackson’s sequined jacket?!
What’s the deal, Rock & Roll Hall of Fame? Is Madonna worried about overexposure?! I am not asking to wear her bustier (personally, I’d opt to don Angus Young’s schoolboy uniform) – I just want to take a couple photos!
My guess is that the museum is overly preoccupied with driving their gift shop business, lest your photos compete with their coffee table books. Ironic, given the free-spirit and anti-establishment message of rock and roll.
But don’t take my word for it – rather, consider the Sex Pistols message to the Hall. They rejected induction in 2006 with this handwritten screed:
“Next to the Sex Pistols, rock and roll and that hall of fame is a piss stain. Your museum. Urine in wine. We’re not coming. We’re not your monkeys. If you voted for us, hope you noted your reasons. Your anonymous as judges but your still music industry people. We’re not coming. Your not paying attention. Outside the shit-stream is a real Sex Pistol.”
Whether or not you seek “Anarchy in the U.K.,” are you with Johnny Rotten on this one?
Photography policies aside, does it bother you that the Sex Pistols don’t know the difference between the words “your” and “you’re?”