There's a long tradition in rock of bands taking to the streets and having the foresight to capture it on film or video: think the Beatles' rooftop concert in Let It Be, or U2 playing on the back of a flatbed truck driving around NYC to promote How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb. More recently, thanks to YouTube and video-capable cell phones, we've been able to view dodgy footage of Arcade Fire busking New Order and Cure covers outside the Union Square subway station in Manhattan or the White Stripes playing Hotel Yorba on a Winnipeg city bus.

The live music video sites Take Away Shows and Black Cab Sessions combine the spirit of the spontaneous performances caught on YouTube with nonshaky, often auteurish camerawork and surprisingly clear audio.

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So far my favorite blog reply to our Hall of Fame coverage at Rollingstone.com is from Captain Duck:

"Jesus Iggy, buy a shirt for fucks sake. Still, at least we know what Antony Keidis is gonna look like in a few years." (Yes, the typos make it even funnier.)

While I agree that Iggy is looking more and more like the sunbathing lizard that gave him his name, I defy anyone to come up with a more rock & roll statement from last night's ceremonies than the pic of a topless Iggy posing with the impressively talented but infinitely less rocking Madonna and Justin Timberlake. And I would argue, and no doubt many would agree, Iggy deserves to be in the Hall of Fame more than Madonna, or at least he should have been inducted before her.

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