The Blind Squirrel Finds an Acorn: Prog Rock Edition There is an old saying: Even a blind squirrel finds an acorn once in a while. I've always liked it. Not because I'm particularly fond of squirrels. Not because I've spent any meaningful amount of time studying their eyesight. But because, musically speaking, I occasionally prove the saying absolutely correct. You spend years listening to rock music. You dig through albums. You chase B-sides. You follow rabbit holes. You convince yourself that you've heard just about everything worth hearing. And then, completely out of nowhere, you stumble across a song and think: "How the hell did I miss this?" That happened to me recently. The acorn? Van der Graaf Generator – "Man-Erg." And suddenly the squirrel was awake. The Acorn Van der Graaf Generator aren't exactly some obscure band that existed for three weeks in someone's garage. They've been around since the late 1960s. They're one of t...
Rock Was Never Supposed to Work This Way Rock music has always had rules. Not official rules, obviously. There was never a committee sitting in a smoky room deciding exactly how many chords a respectable rock song should contain, how long a guitar solo was allowed to last, or whether a man could appear on stage wearing a jumpsuit without immediately being arrested. But there were rules. Rock was supposed to sound a certain way. And then, sooner or later, somebody came along and broke the rules. That, really, is the story of rock. Not a straight line. Not an orderly evolution. More like a bar fight where every generation picks up whatever the previous generation left lying around and finds a completely different way to use it. It Started With Attitude Chuck Berry didn't invent the electric guitar. He didn't invent rhythm and blues either. What he did was understand that rock 'n' roll wasn't supposed to sit politely in the corner. It was supposed to move. It had swagg...