I woke up last Wednesday (Feb. 10) to the amazing news that The Go-Go's, of which my mother Belinda Carlisle is a founding member, had finally been nominated for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame after 15 years of eligibility. I felt a strong sense of relief and satisfaction, as for a long time now -- especially since a documentary on the band (The Go-Go's) premiered at Sundance last year and was released to rave reviews -- there had been a sense of confusion and frustration for myself and many others as to why these revolutionary ladies had not yet gotten their due respect and recognition.
Growing up as the son of the group’s lead singer, I always assumed that people knew and understood why The Go-Go’s were so important -- not only for female musicians, but for music and history more broadly. This was a true, bona fide rock n' roll band, completely organic and formed by themselves -- not by some male Svengali -- who rose out of the L.A. punk scene in the late 1970s and struggled to get a record deal despite their popularity simply because they were women.
Within two years of forming, their first album, Beauty and the Beat, hit No. 1 (a feat only a very small group of artists, including The Beatles, have achieved) and became one of the highest selling debut albums of all time. They were the first, and are still the only, all-female rock band who wrote their own songs and played their own instruments to have a No. 1 album. Ever. Period.