I was in eighth grade when I discovered, through my best friend and his uncle, the most amazing prog-rock band ever — Yes. Here was a band that seemed to break all the rules of popular music. It was as if someone took the free-form nature of jazz and combined it with the complication of some classical music and then played it with a distorted electric guitar. There was no verse-verse-chorus-verse-chorus three-and-a-half minute pop sensibility to the songs. They were ever-changing pieces that evolved over nine, eleven, fourteen, twenty minutes or more. Just when you think you have a song pinned down, it changes completely.

No one in rock today makes music this complicated.