If I taught a progressive rock class (yes, they do exist in at least one university I know of - check out the website for the class at Northern Illinois University), my tests would not involve listening to certain salient pieces and then regurgitating everything you know about them. That’s dumb. If I taught a jazz class, my opinion would not change. Clearly (and unfortunately) my Music 145b professor disagrees with me.
If there’s no beauty, then close your eyes
If there’s no justice, just swallow lies… (and)
Feed your children to the furnace
Breathe the poison in silence!
I hear no furor. Are none appalled?
Or are my visions just madness, all?
Will the winter kill the summer?
(And) will the spring be silent?
— Thinking Plague, “Dead Silence”