Not a good look for Joliet Rock and Roll museum reprinted from Frankie Sullivan documented reply to induction to Hall of Fame and interspersed thru out are messages for us all. No coincidence he was in “SURVIVOR”

I was recently contacted regarding the Illinois Rock Hall of Fame. The invitation arrived in the form of a poorly written email that included statements I would never have approved or committed to in writing. It was addressed to the wrong attorney before eventually finding its way to me. That isn’t the way to approach anyone, particularly if you’re asking them to participate.

I have no interest in sharing a stage with someone who has spent more than thirty years engaged in a smear campaign—rewriting history, distorting facts, and turning what was always a collective effort into a one-person story. At this stage of my life, I can’t think of much I’d like to do less.

One of my closest friends recently said something that has stayed with me: you eventually reach an age where you simply stop caring about the things that no longer matter. I believe that’s true. As we grow older, I’d hope we also grow wiser—leaving behind personal agendas, old vendettas, and the endless need for recognition. Time has a way of reminding us that none of us are here forever.

For me, there is no light in self-worship. There is no peace in constantly trying to elevate yourself by diminishing others. To me, that’s darkness. It consumes energy that could be spent on family, friendships, faith, gratitude, and the simple joy of living.

Life is too short to spend decades carrying resentment or trying to rewrite yesterday. Eventually, you have to ask yourself what any of it was really worth.

Am I supposed to pretend none of it happened? Smile for one evening and act as though everything is fine?

No.

I’ve reached a place where peace matters more than appearances. I’ve worked too hard to find that peace to compromise it for a photo, a ceremony, or a few moments on a stage.

Some people have a need to be “the guy” until they’re in a pine box. Then this life is over, and it’s too late to make amends or choose a different path. In the end, God decides our fate, not public opinion.

So I’ll continue to live as I believe we’re called to live. Live clean. Say you’re sorry when you’ve made a mistake. Be the bigger person whenever possible. Don’t waste precious time feeding darkness when you can choose light instead.

That’s where I choose to be.

Respectfully, I decline.

Frankie Sullivan

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