Time to come out of the closet on this: I like prog rock, and I’m not ashamed to say it. Yes, I love The Clash and Parliament and Tamla and Willie Nelson, but I also love the ridiculous chopmanship of Neil Peart and Rick Wakeman. I love twenty-minute-long epic ballads about trees and outer space gods. I love Rush and Kevin Gilbert and Genesis and Yes and ELP and the lot.

So, to hell with all of the snooty music critic types who write with bated breath about the stripped down purity of the latest New York-by-way-of-Scandanavia-band-with-a-definite-article-name and dump venom all over Selling England By The Pound. Can’t we all just come together as lovers of music and, as one, join hands in solidarity and go after the true enemy: American Idol?