I had some more free time in Cleveland, so I went to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
I misspent many hours of my youth singing along with the music
Woo Woo Ginsberg played on Boston's WMEX.
One floor has studios where visitors can play guitars, pianos, drums, etc.
Nearby, a band of young museum employees backs visitors who want to sing.
Stevie Nicks. Be still, my heart.
I am one of the few in my generation who will admit not being at Woodstock.
Elvis still draws crowds.
Beatles, Hendrix, Prince, Chuck Berry. All the greats.
There is a special place in my heart for One Hit Wonders.
Oo ee oo ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang.
I could have spent a week here.