Rush...the band

[odysseus]

A personal favourite....

[Tero]

[cronus]

They need a time machine to be as a good as they were back in their hey day!

[Xamonas Chegwé]

Having a Rush night tonight... Three albums in chronologically and they are definitely getting better!

2112 to come in about 3 minutes!

[Tero]

For the Rush fans:
http://karireport.blogspot.com/2013/11/ ... agels.html

[Tero]

Alex does his solo and comedy monolog. Start a 6 min

just mugging

[Tero]

Rush dudes and their groupies
http://rushvault.files.wordpress.com/20 ... -table.jpg

[Jason]

So can you play YYZ[Pearson International Airport ]?

[Tero]

I've beento YYZ. I have pictures. Flew to Halifax.

[Tero]

Rush preparing to tour again in 2015

Rush getting youth injections and new teeth to be able to tour 2015 for a MAJOR 41st anniversary? Thye did the 40th years ago.
Canadian progressive rockers Rush are making plans for a major tour in 2015 to celebrate their 41st anniversary. But the band will not tour this summer, bassist Geddy Lee told Rolling Stone in September. They're taking this year to "recharge their batteries" before gearing up for 2015.

Rush's last tour came in support of their latest album, "Clockwork Angels." Following the tour, the group decided to take a break in 2014.

"The three of us just had a meeting," guitarist Alex Lifeson told Rolling Stone. "We said, 'Let's not talk about anything band-wise for the next year. Let's separate ourselves and come back rejuvenated.'"

[Tero]

OK, it really is the 40th
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rush_(Rush_album)
So they decided to surprize the fans and do the tour on the 41st!

[Tero]

Peart talks touring and fame

It’s no secret, at least to Rush fans, that Peart may be the most reluctant rock star in the galaxy. His contempt for the shallow trappings of celebrity — “Even as a kid, I never wanted to be famous; I wanted to be good” — could form the curriculum for an undergrad psychology class. He doesn’t do meet-and-greets with fans. He gets squirmy in the face of adoration. He doesn’t even travel with the band on tour, preferring instead to mount his purring BMW R1100GS and see “the real world” one dusty back road at a time.
The Road Atlas, he says, beaming, “is the book of dreams.”

Even in the mid-’70s, when young musicians discovered touring was a spectacular way to
hook up with nubile admirers or lavish their central nervous systems with booze and drugs, Peart was different. Rush were all on the nerdy side, really. They’d watch TV and snowshoe and re-enact Monty Python skits.
Peart was also saddled with a blinding compulsion to learn, to store knowledge the way camels store water. Then, as now, he was always deciphering “the real world.” When not pounding the daylights out of his drum kit, his nose was in a book. Three chevrons away from the adoration, he took refuge in history and philosophy, science and literature.
As his father Glen once told me: “We can’t explain him. His mother and I say, ‘We don’t know where he came from.’”
While his origin story may be unknown, his future seems to rest with the syncopated beats of the written word. His new book, a sequel to 2011’s Far and Away: A Prize Every Time, is his sixth work of non-fiction. He describes it as “the best kinds of letters I’d love to send and receive.”
He is an inveterate letter writer. He works out his innermost thoughts by writing them down. Or as he notes, paraphrasing E.M. Forster, “How do I know what I think until I see what I write?”
Peart is free to unmask himself between the pages of a book. All that knowledge, all those wanderlust adventures, from Death Valley to the Laurentian Mountains, fuse together and form a print-track to his life. The reader is riding shotgun as Peart provides an intimate narrative of the places he’s seen and the strangers he’s met.
He gets to fulfil a role that seems hard-wired: observer.
“I am the audience,” he says. “I want to observe people. Even when I’m playing drums onstage, I’m watching people. I’m looking at them and their faces and their T-shirts and their signs. And travelling by motorcycle, especially, the world is just coming at me.”
When this flips around, when Peart grabs his drumsticks or keyboard and the observer becomes the observed, he understands his impact on an audience. He first discovered this as a gifted but gangly teen in St. Catharines.
“Being smart was not an attribute, it was a handicap in those years,” he says. “But when I first started playing in bands and the other kids took notice of it, it changed my life. Instead of being the pariah of the high school, suddenly something I had done was admirable.”
These are the sweet bolts of personal reflection that ricochet into his real world orations. Honestly, get him going on the endemic species of the Channel Islands or fracking in North Dakota and it’s like you’re suddenly having cocktails with a man possessed by Wikipedia. Every Rush fan should beg to have at least one drink with Neil. Of course, if this happened, his next book would be titled, Really Far Away: Why I Moved to the Moon.

http://www.thestar.com/entertainment/mu ... menon.html

[surreptitious57]

Xanadu
Overture
The Trees
Working Man
Cygnus X One
Red Barchetta
Cinderella Man
La Villa Strangiato
Closer To The Heart
The Temples Of Syrinx
Something For Nothing

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[Tero]

Rush tonight here at Prairie Capital. As the man said, it was heavy shit