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Dire Straits’ Just Desserts

The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame’s Class of 2018 was inducted over the weekend, to much — too much, really — fanfare. I’ve blogged my opinions about the voters’ choices before, so won’t flog that dead horse anymore. I wrote at that time that the Moody Blues were long overdue for that recognition. The Moodies were there from the early years of my listening to The Music — their first charting single, “Go Now,” was a Top 10 hit in 1964 — and they definitely had an impact on album, progressive and psychedelic rock. Sister Rosetta Tharpe, an early influence on the early influencers of rock, was also a worthy choice for induction. But my other favorite among this year’s inductees, Dire Straits, came

Did The British Beat Us at Our Game?

A couple weeks back, I got a heads-up text from my older brother about a Beatles special on public television. The title he mentioned didn’t register at first, and before I realized it was the Ron Howard Eight Days a Week movie (which I blogged about here after I bought it last year), I had started going through the channel guide to see if there was a rebroadcast. Didn’t find one, but did find something called “British Beat,” which I DVRed and watched a week or so later. It’s an 11-year-old program, a made-for-PBS special, but if I said I was surprised that I hadn’t seen it before, I’d be lying. I don’t watch Gummint TV very much, especially during what I call Whine Week — the annual (or is

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