Bruins vs Flyers

Given the generally shitty state that the universe has been in since Friday, I could really use a Bruins win tonight.  They just scored to go up 4-2 with 15:00 left in the second period.

It’s not just Neil Peart’s untimely passing that’s messing me up.  All three of my mother’s siblings have had health issues in the past week or so.  We’ve had two hospital stays and an escalating condition that we were really hoping wouldn’t happen.

Selfishly, the worst of all of these things is that Bellana went back to school yesterday and if scheduling works out it’s possible that I won’t see her again until May.  May!  Just as it was when she left in August, I am absolutely thrilled for her.  She’s in such an exciting situation and I am so very happy.  Selfishly, again, I am also really sad.  I still want her to come home after school, you know?  She’s only been gone for a day and I miss her.

The Bruins just upped the lead to 5-2 with 12 minutes left in the second.  They are doing their best to make me feel better.  Maybe after the game I’ll see if I can remember how to play Stick it Out.  Anything to cheer me up.

Addendum: The Bruins blew their three goal lead and ended up losing in a shootout.  Sonofabitch!

My Favorite Rush Concert Pictures

I posted a bunch of pictures from various Rush shows the other day.  I left out my favorites.  I’ll share them now.

9/7/12 in Manchester, NH:
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6/29/15 in New York, NY:
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Those are my favorites. I was only able to bring the kids to two of the 25 shows I saw. Jen was with me for 15 of them.

We started dating in April 2007. In June 2007 I introduced her to my brother and my brother in law. Want to guess where we were when the introductions happened? We were at a Rush concert in Mansfield, MA. Obviously.

After we started dating there was only one Rush show she didn’t see with me. Sadly it was one of, if not the, best shows I’d ever seen. It was the July 2007 show at Mohegan Sun.*  We were together for all of the other shows.  New York, Milwaukee, Atlantic City, all of them.  I probably told her 100 times how happy it made me that I got to share those experiences with her, and how happy it made me knowing that she joined in because she enjoyed them too rather than just going to make me happy.  A lot of the road trips we went on were her idea.  Can you even begin to imagine how much I love her for that?

Now that the kids are older they are much more appreciative not only of music in general, but of the Rock and Roll.  I would have liked to have been able to take them to one more show.  There was talk back in 2015 of maybe doing one off shows or even doing residencies somewhere.  I never really believed any of that talk, but I was still kinda hoping.  I would have loved to drag my whole family out one more time.  Now… it’s never going to happen.  That’s one of the things that makes me so sad about all of this.

 

*note on the link.  That post is from my old myspace blog.  I have been wanting to port all of that stuff into this page, but back dating posts in the current wordpress.com editor is a colossal pain in the dick.  It’s much easier to do it in blogger, so I created a new page there and started entering back dated posts.  I still have a couple of months worth of 2007 to go, and then all of 2008.  Once it’s all done I’ll import it in here, but I will also probably password protect it all.  I want to bring it in here for my benefit, not for anyone else’s.  For now though, you get to look at my write up of that July 2007 Mohegan Sun show.  The second to last sentence of that post is the most important one.  “The only way it could have been better was if Jen were with me.”

Hits

I don’t post here for views.  I post here because I have a small part of my brain that is a loud mouthed arrogant jerk who enjoys having a forum for yelling at the universe that almost no one alive is aware of but still runs the risk of being seen by anyone.  Imagine the old curmudgeon who yells “get off my lawn” from inside his house where no one on his lawn could ever hear him suddenly deciding to crack a window a few milometers.  That’s me, and this blog is the window.  This metaphor is awful and I don’t even know what I’m going for here.  What the hell was I going to talk about anyway?

I got a bunch of hits over the last two days.  The overwhelming majority are from the Neil Peart obituary I copied yesterday.  I don’t care about page views.  I don’t care about site visitors.  This isn’t a business, this is a repository for brain droppings.  I’m glad I could bring that article to people though.  I think back to junior high and high school when many of my friendships were based solely on Rush fandom.  In those days people gave us shit for it.  Rush was pretty much the definition of un-cool, and we were un-cool too.  Something weird has happened in the 21st century though.  Un-cool things started becoming cool.  Not me, obviously, (did you read that first paragraph?) but un-cool things I love are now the coolest things ever.  Rush got caught up in that.  Suddenly it’s cool to love Rush.  Granted, maybe not as much as I love Rush, but you get the idea.

WordPress.com gives you a little stats page and it includes the countries your hits have come from.  Usually mine are all from the US.  Actually, mine are all from two, maybe three locations within New England, but as far as wordpress is concerned they are all US.  Today I have hits from the US, Canada, Costa Rica, India, Portugal, Philippines, UK, Japan, and Australia.  All from people who wanted to read Neil Peart’s obituary.  I find that heartwarming.  You folks love Rush?  I love Rush too.  We can all be un-cool together.  I hope you’re all dealing with this well.  I am a little embarrassed by how hard this has hit me.  I wish I were tougher than I am.  I’m not though.  I am feeling like I lost an old friend.  Someone who was very important to me even though he only popped around for a short time every few years.  It boils down to two things, I think.  I feel sad and I feel old.

I’ve listened to a lot of music over the last few days.  I have some 5.1 mixes of some of their albums, even one or two on blue ray discs.  They sound amazing.  They sound perfect.  I haven’t been listening to those though.  I’ve been listening to vinyl, mostly.  It feels more real.  It feels more connected somehow, more authentic.  I don’t know.  I’ve watched some interviews, mostly older ones.  I haven’t picked up any of his books though.  I will, soon.  I had an audible credit that was burning a hole in my pocket and I used it on an audiobook copy of Ghost Rider.  That seemed like the best choice.  I’ve read it before, and once I finish the book I’ve been listening to over the past few weeks I will “read” it again.

I have so much other stuff to do.  We are hoping to take a little trip later in the year and I have to get myself physically able to go for long walks.  My back and my legs are so screwed up right now.  I just need to practice walking.  There’s a treadmill at a gym near my house that has my name on it.  I just have to get myself there.  I also have a gig in a couple of weeks and I have to practice guitar a ton to make sure I don’t disintegrate the way I did back in November.  I need to practice walking every day and I need to practice playing every day.  I need to.  I just do.  I don’t know how on Earth I am going to do it, but I need to.

I also need to keep talking through this Neil Peart stuff.  It makes me feel better, somehow.  Also, if people are going to come here maybe knowing that there’s a red haired doofus in Massachusetts who is feeling fucked up about the passing of someone he never actually met might make someone else out there feel better for a millisecond or two.  Who the hell knows.  Whatever.  I don’t care.

Neil Peart’s Obituary

The Guardian posted Neil Peart’s obituary.  Click the link, or read it here.

The drummer Neil Peart, who has died aged 67 of brain cancer, enjoyed such a reputation for his deft, powerful drumming with the Canadian rock band Rush that he became adept at deflecting praise from interviewers on the subject. “What is a master but a master student?” was a common response on Peart’s part, a hint at his interests in esoteric philosophy as well as an indicator of the reflective thinking that made him also an acclaimed lyricist for the band.

The many songs that Peart wrote for Rush, for all but one of their 19 studio albums, were inspired by subjects as diverse as libertarianism, fantasy fiction, religious thought and the pressures of fame – the last of these expressed most clearly in the 1981 single Limelight, in which he used Shakespearean phrases to illustrate his points.

His drum parts on tracks such as Tom Sawyer (also 1981, both from the bestselling album Moving Pictures) and Spirit of Radio (1980), locked in with singer Geddy Lee’s bass-playing to form a complex rhythmic signature, which became renowned. Many fans flocked to see the band live because of the epic nature of Peart’s drumming, performed on a huge, futuristic, gold-plated kit that included wood blocks, timpani and gongs as well as the standard set.

In 2016 Rolling Stone magazine put Peart at No 4 in its list of 100 Greatest Drummers of All Time, after John Bonham, Keith Moon and Ginger Baker. As the Nirvana drummer and FooFighters frontman, Dave Grohl, said: “Neil Peart – that’s a whole other animal, another species of drummer”.

Born in Hagersville, near Hamilton, Ontario, to Betty and Glenn Peart, who sold farm equipment, Neil was the eldest of four children. Like many budding drummers, he had a habit of playing rhythms on household furniture, in his case with a pair of chopsticks: this led his parents to buy him a basic drum kit on his 13th birthday. A year later a full kit followed, accompanied by lessons at the Peninsula College of Music in British Columbia, and Peart debuted as a drummer at a school pageant.

A series of bands followed, including Mumblin’ Sumpthin’, the Majority, and JR Flood, with gigs at small venues in southern Ontario. Aged 18, he moved to London to try to make it as a musician while also selling jewellery in Carnaby Street, but met with little success and in 1972 he returned to Canada to work for his father’s business.

In 1974, while playing with a local band called Hush, he was persuaded to audition for Rush, a band similar in name but very different in style.

The other musicians, Lee (born Gary Weinrib) and the guitarist Alex Lifeson, had recorded a self-titled debut album that year, but their original drummer, John Rutsey, had left due to health issues. Lee described Peart’s audition in 2018: “He comes in, this big goofy guy with a small drum kit with 18-inch bass drums. Alex and I were chuckling – we thought he was a hick from the country. And then he sat down and pummelled the drums, and us. I’d never heard a drummer like that, someone with that power and dexterity. As far as I was concerned, he was hired from the minute he started playing.”

Rush’s first album with Peart, Fly By Night (1975), demonstrated the musical expertise and lyrical opacity typical of the band. Despite being dismissed by critics as making “music for nerds”, their 1976 album, 2112, was an enormous success. Its 20-minute title track featured lyrics written by Peart that were at least partly inspired by the writings of the controversial author Ayn Rand, adopted by many on the right of politics. Despite having been a young fan of the author, Peart later disavowed those beliefs.

The albums Permanent Waves (1980) and Moving Pictures (1981) saw Rush established as the epitome of prog (progressive) rock, which the subsequent world tours did nothing to dissuade. Live shows included a long drum solo that was the centrepiece of the band’s performance. Audiences responded with enthusiasm, but the introverted Peart did not enjoy being famous.

A major hiatus came after Peart’s 19-year-old daughter Selena was killed in a car accident in 1997 and her mother, Jacqueline Taylor, died 10 months later. The drummer took time away from Rush, seeking therapy in long motorcycle journeys through the Americas. He later recounted his recovery in the book Ghost Rider: Travels on the Healing Road and wrote six other volumes of non-fiction.

In 2000 he married the photographer Carrie Nuttall and settled in Los Angeles, becoming a US citizen. He rejoined Rush in 2001, when classic rock was experiencing a resurgence and the band’s profile was on the rise again, and they went on several world tours. Their last studio album, Clockwork Angels, was released in 2012; Rush celebrated their 40th anniversary with the R40 Live Tour three years later. Peart’s lengthy drum solos consolidated his reputation as one of the world’s greatest percussionists.

However, his unique playing style had created health problems, and in 2015 Peart stated that the band would no longer tour due to his tendonitis. It later emerged that he had also received his cancer diagnosis around this time.

Peart is survived by Carrie, their daughter, Olivia, his parents, and his siblings, Judy, Nancy and Danny.

• Neil Peart, drummer and writer, born 12 September 1952; died 7 January 2020

Band Practice, At Last

The band got together for the first time since November 30th and it was just as bad as you’d expect.  We had been talking about seriously trying to add a Rush song.  We had also been talking about goofing around on a Rush song.  We did neither.  Any time one of us finds a song that he can fudge his way though, some one else is unable to fight through the awesomeness.  What can you do, right?  Neil Peart was aware of the effect he had on cover bands.  We all desperately want to play their stuff, but they are just too good and the songs are too hard.

Still, earlier today me and my Gibson SG and my Vox MV50 and my Apple HomePod spent some quality time laughing at my inability to get through a whole slew of Rush songs.  Mike had mentioned New World Man and I sort of hyper focused on that one.  By the time I left for rehearsal I could get all the way through it.  Sometimes Rush is able to make a song sound really easy while still twisting your fingers into knots.  New World Man is a little like that.  I could play it.  Mike could almost play it.  Kevin tried and just laughed at how hard it was.  That’s how it is being a Rush fan in a cover band.  You try and try and it’s just beyond you.

Maybe we’ll come up with something.  The search is never ending.  Kevin played Stick it Out in a previous band.  I know for sure that back in the 90’s I could play that one.  It’s in dropped D tuning and the scale patterns are like a maze drawn by a crazy person, but at one point in the past I know I could do it.  That means the bass part is probably going to give Mike nightmares.

Whatever we try next, it will have to wait.  Turns out we have a gig on February 1st.  It’s another private party, but this time it’s in a public place.  We will be celebrating Greg the Singer’s birthday.  I have no idea what the parameters are.  Will we play an hour set again?  Will we play two?  No idea.  We’ll figure it out.

In gear news, I took all of the stay-at-home stuff to Mike’s house.  The little pedal board with the Tumnus and the OCD Ge and the Deluxe Reverb.  I plugged in the attenuator but I was getting a lot of noise and pulled it out.  It didn’t fix the noise though so it will probably go back.  I didn’t want to crank the amp, I still want a clean tone, but I want to run it much higher than I usually do.  Maybe have the volume at 5 or 6 instead of two.

That means I have the 18/30 watt Bassbreaker at home along with the big pedal board with the KTR and the OCD v1.7.  I have plans for that stuff and the plans are called The RPM Challenge… though there is now a gig in the way of that… soooo…. I don’t know what.  I’ll probably bring the big board to next Sunday’s practice and use that for the gig as usual.  Then I can bring it home for RPM.  I have visions of running two amps.  The 15 watt Bassbreaker paired with the 18 watt channel on the 18/30 watt Bassbreaker.  It will be a big bonanza of Bassbreaker.

I Forgot One Funny Thing

When I wrote a little bit about Neil Peart on stage yesterday I forgot the funniest moment. I can’t remember when or where this was, and I’m a little afraid it might actually be from one of their concert films but I don’t think it was…

Alex Lifeson was soloing at the end of a song and he just plain screwed up. It happens to all of us now and then, even to the greatest musicians on earth, it’s just much less often for them. As the song ended, but just before the lights dropped, I clearly saw Neil lean towards Alex and say something. I could read his lips perfectly. “You suck,” he said. Alex started laughing and the lights went dark and that was it.

Even the holy trinity trash talked on stage. Awesome.

Facebook Aftermath

When I heard about Neil I changed my Facebook pic to an old picture of him, post-mustache, pre-rat tail.

Since then I have received close to 40 friend requests from fellow fans/grievers. I give them a quick look. If there are mutual friends I’ll probably accept them. If there is anything trumpish they get deleted. One was from someone who was alarmingly Christian and he was deleted too.

I’m okay with all of this, but the second I start seeing pro-Trump anything you go right in the trash. Rush always had a way of pulling in the right wing (Neil went through quite the Libertarian phase, though he admitted to supporting Democrats after he moved to the US) and I have a strict zero-tolerance policy for crap like that from people I don’t know in real life.

The axe will fall and it will fall swiftly.

Obviously there are lots of Christian-ish posts flying around. He’s in a better place, he’s looking down at us, he gets to see his daughter, stuff like that. I don’t get it. Neil was very publicly an atheist. Viewing him in some Christian afterlife heavenly way seem like you are insulting him. That’s not how he saw the universe. Show him some fucking respect.