No, I wasn’t raptured — big surprise there, eh? — I spent the weekend in Nashville, visiting family and friends. But now I’m back, although with a computer that’s acting hinky, so I’ll put forth a brief proposition before I head off to IT this morning.
I contend that progressive rock owes much to a high Modernist aesthetic (e.g., emphasis on complexity for its own sake, and the potential paradox of high culture [classical music] in a popular format), while garage rock, with its emphasis on naivete and emotional authenticity verging on primitivism, is representative of the kind of Romanticism presented in, say, Wordsworth’s preface to the the second ed. of Lyrical Ballads.