Remembering Kansas’ Robby Steinhardt, America’s Prog Rock Ambassador, in 5 Songs
The most common images that come to mind when we think of prog rock are probably those of lavishly dressed Englishmen: Keith Emerson adorned in full chainmail regalia, making violent love to his keyboards in
front of a sold-out stadium; Chris Squire in a lavender jumpsuit and accompanying magenta cape, attacking his bass with such fury that one wrong note may cause a rip in the space-time continuum; Peter Gabriel fully immersed in his onstage roles as a fox, a flower, an alien overlord, or whatever this is.