Send us a text The Rock Hall came in loud, messy, and unexpectedly moving—and we brought receipts. We open with a mea culpa that doubles as a manifesto: Iron Maiden belongs in the Hall. When you put their global sales, generational influence, and still‑feverish fanbase next to multiple inductees, the picture changes fast. From there we break down the night’s sharpest highs and softest misses: Salt‑N‑Pepa’s clinic in craft and energy, a Warren Zevon tribute that needed Werewolves of London, an...