Pankow and I, (and inexplicably, Cetera*) have been nominated, in a lump, among about 25 songwriters. 2017%20SHOF.jpeg.
All creative people have their highs and lows in terms of doing good, prolific work. Some have a brief flash. Some lose interest. I have never stopped writing (although I work as slow as the hour hand moves on a clock). I am still looking to find anything I need to say. At least it gets me to the piano, to the studio, to the reading.
OK, I cast my ballot, for the writers I thought the most deserving. As in all things in popular culture, it's subject to opinions. Essentially meaningless, but a nice bump for the inductees.
I've become suspicious of awards. The zeitgeist's way of suggesting one should consider wrapping it up.