Van Halen's induction into the rock hall of fame was ridiculous. The most influential members weren't there (Eddie, Dave, and, yes, even Alex), leaving the two nice guys, Mike and Sammy, to pick up the slack. They were thrilled (Hagar embarassingly so) to be recognized as peers with the likes of REM and Patti Smith. It was obvious, however, that their induction was not accorded the same care as the other inductees. Instead of an emotional, informative declaration of their importance by someone who might have actually heard a Van Halen song before last week, we had Velvet Revolver read a two minute statement, each member taking half a line or so, about how they were a "party band." That was it. The VR performance was even less considered. Ain't Talkin' 'bout Love, a song my brother mastered on guitar when he was around 15 or 16 years old, a song well known as the simplest in Van Halen's entire catalogue, was butchered by Slash. Scott Weiland "sang" like he had never been on stage before. It looked like a high school band who had practiced, well, never before the performance. Then they segued into something that appeared to be an attempt at the song Runaround, but it was incomprehensible. What respect. Bah.
Sam and Mike came out with Dave Letterman's band to do an impromptu Why Can't This Be Love, which was OK. A horn section, a guitarist using single coil pickups, and Sam screeching his way through the high notes did them no favors, though.
All in all, the naysayers proved themselves right, and gave Van Halen the bare minimum associated with the "honor." Bah.
The only good thing that can come of this is that finally, it is over. The last twenty years may as well have never happened, and the last ten pretty much didn't. Ed needs to get his shit together and get to work. They are a laughing stock and have everything to prove all over again. I don't care who plays bass, but I think Ed, Alex, and Dave can come back from this and kick some ass again. Come on Ed. You can do it.