It's easy to misinterpret because some of his recent public utterings are incoherent and occasionally use the kind of bug-eyed incandescent language more often heard from the mouths of less than liberal souls.
Cope seems to think of rock and roll as the natural home of the genius savant, the mystic seer, the blessed visionary. The available evidence is that rock and rioll is blessed with far more Keith Allens than William Blakes.