...and probably for good reason, but here's a conversation stimulant: The Whitest Music Ever. There are some great lines in there: "...prog rock, the extravagantly conceptual and wildly technical post-psychedelic subgenre that ruled the world for about 30 seconds in the early 1970s before being torn to pieces by the starving street dogs of punk rock..." "...Geddy Lee’s voice, squealing inside the nonsense clockwork of Rush..." "...Yes hit big in 1983 with the genderless cocaine-frost of 'Owner of a Lonely Heart.'" "The proggers got away with murder, artistically speaking. And then, like justice, came the Ramones." (Though in all fairness, I think you could apply the term "genderless cocaine-frost" to most of the records that were made in the 80s.) I can't bear listen to any of it anymore, it just sounds like music from an alien universe to me, but when I was 13 or 14 years old I had Brain Salad Surgery and Uriah Heep Live, so I've progged, baby, I've progged. Not that they were in heavy rotation in my bedroom. I was usually in more of an Alice Cooper, Beatles, Black Sabbath or Led Zeppelin frame of mind. I bought Brain Salad Surgery because the sound of the thing fascinated me. Not the music, the production. I bought a lot of things for the way they sounded, because it was all voodoo and magic to me and I was trying to figure it all out ("What do you mean, 'Listen to the bass?' How do I do that?"). I'm pretty sure I bought Uriah Heep Live because it was 99 cents. There were five copies in every cut out bin in the country. And because, you know, Easy Livin' rocked.