Yes. We know. It’s nothing new.
It’s just a waste of time.
We have no need for ancient ways.
The world is doing fine.
Another toy to help destroy the elder race of man.
Forget about your silly whim. It doesn’t fit the plan.
2112 – Side A – d) Presentation.
Lyrics – Peart.
Music – Lifeson.
I popped on the Bose QC15’s, pegged the headphone amp on the digital playback rig in my office – you don’t even want to know and unless you have a propeller on your head – propped my carcass up in my funky but ergonomic mesh chair, and blew through the entirety of 2112; the seminal, career defining album created by Canadian ultra heavy prog rockers, Rush, just like I did when I received my first high bias Maxell XL-IIS recording of the album shortly after it was released in 1976.
I’m happy to report that the album still has the same effect. I catch myself wondering why the sides of my head are sore, and then realize I have been pressing the ear cups tighter and tighter to my head all night in hopes of gleaning some undiscovered secret among the tracks. Even after all these years, the musicianship and production just floors me.
You want evidence of influence? I sit here some 36 years removed and given three wishes, they would be warmth, success, and happiness for my family and I, a numbered offshore bank account worthy of the private island ownership it could indeed reflect, and another three wishes. At some point in the long chain of additional three wish wishes, one definitive wish would be for the ability to play as well as Neil Peart.
It doesn’t matter to me what you think about Rush musically, and I’m sure I’ve confused or even lost a few here. No different than the dates I lost over a spirited (and repetitive) tracking of their catalog from Caress of Steel to Moving Pictures – six entire albums worth – in the mobile, multi channel, high power amplifier I called a car in high school. For if it is anything negative or scorching or along the lines of the dim strumpets that demanded a return trip home, then it surely means you are a musical vulgarian.
Some cat posted a review for their new album -the 20th in a career that spans over 40 years – and referenced a blurb from the documentary “Beyond The Lighted Stage” attributed to South Park co-creater Matt Stone.
“You have to give them their due, or you are just being a dick.”
I think I’ll A/B Hemispheres as well before I call it a night. It is what any self-respecting Lerxst looking for Wonderland must do.