“The Manichean conception of the rock history says that, in the beginning, there was chaos, a turbulent cesspool of pop culture that fed off and eroded the genteel traditions of Western culture. From this confusion and formlessness rose the prophet Zappa, uniting the sublime and the absurd amid arching guitar solos, holy hosannas des latrines de Chartres. From there, it pretty much boils down to so”
