The ticket pictured below is from a concert not too far away from forty years ago. When I went to this concert those many years ago, Neil Peart, the drummer and primary lyricist for Rush, was only 29, practically still a kid. Three days ago Peart passed away at the age of sixty-seven. I still can't quite believe it.
The truth is I haven't listened to Rush much in the last fifteen or twenty years; my musical tastes have changed since I was a teenager, and I don't always find pleasure in the things I once did. But I remember the depths of that pleasure, and I will tell you that there is nothing, NOTHING, better than being an awkward adolescent kid who just got an electric guitar and who loves to read science fiction and fantasy novels, and discovering A Farewell to Kings or Caress of Steel or 2112.
It's been a long time since he was much of a presence in my life, but it will take a while to adjust to the idea of a world that doesn't have Neil Peart in it anymore.