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Thursday, January 16, 2020

The Tomaso Files: Prodigious Drummer Pounds His Drum Kit No More



Neil Peart playing before a large audience in Red Deer, Alberta. (Image source: cycleworld.com)
And Thee Power Trio has played Thar last gig forever...


"Time is A Gypsy Caravan,
Steals Away the Night to leave You Stranded in Dreamland
Distance is A Longrange filter
Memory A Flickering light

When We Are Young
Wandering the Face of The Earth
Wondering What Our Dreams are Worth
Learning that We're Only Immortal for  A limited time"


I got the call around 3:15PM (Pacific) Friday afternoon, (Jan 10th) the Day that Band Members Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson released the News via Rush's Twitter Account, asking me if I'd Heard the News?

And although it means absolutely Nothing, nor do I take any significance from it. Nevertheless, in my constantly churning froth of Synchronicity here on thou Isle 'O Nofendersville, excluding thoust King Tides; Tuh-duh!

I find it very ironic that on the Day of Messer Peart's Death, Tuesday, January 7th, I just so happened to be finishing listening to Edward M. "Teddy" Kennedy's 2009 book True Compass via CD Audiobook format.

Since Teddy Died from the exact same Brain Cancer as Neil had. As reportedly, Ted Kennedy, John McCain and Bo Biden, along with Neil have All Succumbed from Glioblastoma.

While naturally, any Death at All is Tragic, but how Cruel must it be for someone who spent their life making a living as a writer, writing countless songs and multiple books Dying due to Brain Cancer be?

And it pains me somewhat to realize that it was exactly 40 Freakin' Years ago when I was first introduced to Rush, when hearing this unknown, fantastic  Rock Band on the radio with Thar Hit Song The Spirit of Radio!

For which I've been Hooked forever since, realizing that I was a Bona Fied Fan of Rush's for nearly 35 years; Aye Karumba!

Making me really wonder if I saw them for the first time when I claim to now all these years later. Although I can still vaguely see the black Moving Pictures Concert T-Shirt I know I bought & wore fondly, Arse-sumedly at Key Arena...

And how do I scribble anything about the man who's affectionately become Thee Rhythm Professor', aka Neil Peart, or Rush, which I enjoy delineating here on countless No Fenders pages as RUSh that hasn't already been said? Other then why did it take so Bloody long for them to be inducted into the Rock 'N Roll Hall of Fame, eh?

As I won't boast over how many times I saw them in concert or how many shows I've attended in four States over the Decades, or does "Seeing" 'em on Thee Big Screen in Austin for Thar Clockwork Angels tour count as a fifth Sate?

But suffice it to say, they were my Numero Uno Band for Decades; HELL, for over a Quarter of A Century! Not to mention how many countless hours did I spend listening to All of Thar Albums, eh? Having accumulated every Gory Album from the Self-titled Debut Rush - All the Bloody way thru Live in Rio.

As strangely, another famous Band's epic song came screaming into my internal Speakers upon deliberating over Peart's Death and what it means to me.

"When the Music's Over
Turn Out the lights

For the Music is your Special Friend
Dance on Fire as It Intends
Music is Your Only Friend
Until the End"


When I was a Wee lad' spending Summers at my Grandma's on Bainbridge Island watching the Goodyear Blimp fly overhead at night, who was then presumably in her late 60's, the age of 67 seemed really Old to Mwah!

But now having gone thru the cycles 'O life a la listening to Rush via Cassette Tape & vinyl records to Compact Disc to now only occasionally listening to them via Youtube on thou Confuzer', and on the Downhill Slope towards "Senior Citizenry," albeit I've still hopefully got Miles to Go. Obviously 67, for which Messer Peart was when he died, seems relatively young to Mwah now!

And I'll Arse-sume' Y'all can guess what my All-time Favourite Rush Song is? Having had the pleasure of once seeing the very rosso Ferrari that inspired the song's title at the very least once at America's Car Museum in Tacoma, WA. Hint, it's Track No. 2 on that epic 1981 Moving Pictures album...

As I think a big part of what kept me so enamoured with Rush was Peart's lyrics weren't the typical Baby Come Back, Don't leave me "Cookie Cutter" song lyrics, but instead were Deeper and made you think while tackling many issues regarding life, human interaction Genders, and whatever else he felt like tackling. Be it Philosophy, Poetry, Science Fiction or the thornier topics of History, i.e.; the Dropping of the Atom Bomb, Jewish Persecution in concentration Camps, Humanity or Gasp, Homosexuality!

Yet what sets Neil above most people for Mwah is that out of his own tragedy of first losing his first Daughter Salina and first wife Jaclyn Taylor in the span of 18-months and his subsequent Motorcycle endeavour upon not just any Scooter' but a BMW! And learning of how he dealt with this grieving process. Was learning something about my Home State I'd never known of via his wonderful Ghost Rider book.

As I cherish his descriptions of normal every-day life of fighting a losing battle with Squirrels stealing Bird Feeder food. And him singing Horribly out loud when hiking in Glacier National Park in hopes of keeping unwanted Bears away!

As I busily poond away, I can only think of two persons who've made me want to go 'N visit somewhere, for the first should be obvious. As I've called him DER TERMINATOR' here on No Fenders forever, aka Michael Schumacher - for which I've traveled the Globe to see him race.

And the second was Neil Peart who inspired me to wish to visit MaryHill, for which Tacoma Bureau Chief Mary Ellen enabled me to accomplish a Decade ago...

alas, Thee Rhythm Professor has touched my life in more than one way, since not only have I "Grooved" to his songs over thou Decades, merrily Zoom-Zooming' away to one of my countless Rush "Mix Tapes," but I've also been swayed by his lone book I've read.

While I feel truly sorry for his current family's loss, wife Carey and  daughter Olivia, for which I can only appreciate their sorrow from Afar and Not emotionally...


"You Can Do a lot in A Lifetime
If You Don't Burn Out too Fast
You can Make the Most of the Distance
First You need Endurance
First You've Got to Last"


Then again, Sadly, When the Music's Over, Somebody will Have to Turn Out the Lights for All of Us...


Song Lyrics
(Partial Song Lyrics in Parentheses)
Band/Song/Album/Year
1. Rush: Dreamline; Roll The bones, 1991
2. The Doors: When The Music's Over; Strange Days, 1967
3. Rush: Marathon; Power Windows, 1985

A Farewell to A Drumming King'



Although He Definitely wouldn't be Basking in this Limelight...

By now, presumably Y'all know about the unfortunate Death of Neil Pearth, one of Rock 'N Roll's Greatest Drummers ever, for which his status for Mwah is elevated by the fact that he was also Rush's lyricist, and a writer to Boot.


While one must wonder if Thee Rhythm Professor' tired of playing is ever growing Signature Drum solo? For which I witness continuously growing in length, stature and complexity over thou Decades. Which reached its zenith in 2015, albeit its roots date back to the mid 1970's, first captured upon Exit Stage Left's epic song YYZ.


As I believe that version was from Rush's final 2015 "R40" 40th Anniversary Concert Tour...

Whilst naturally there will Arse-sumedly never be a consensus upon the All-time Greatest Rush songs, besides most likely Tom Sawyer being Thar De facto Number 1, but Rolling Stone's done a fairly good job assessing twelve of Neil's Best Tracks. Although I'd argue that The Big Money shouldn't have been excluded...


As The Beat goes On...

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Howling At Thee Moon - Tom Wolfe: 1931-2018



Sing it 'Ol Ozzie Osbourne, Uhm? Oh Yeah, Bark At The Moon...


So Y'all may be saying what's this Tom Wolfe Chap got to do with motor racing, Righto?

And I agree, it's definitely a STIR-RETCH, but; Thanxs to F1 Grizzled Journo' Joe Saward's Dogged persistence to reference The Bonfire of Vanities over thou past several years upon his Blog. Hey Joe Knows F1, El Correctomundo? Along with promising Thyself I'd listen to that book one day, Viola, Shuhzamm!

With Messer Wolfe's passing last year, I finally lit thoust rocket engine and got my local library, Y'all know what those are, Righto? Along with the Uber friendly 'N helpful library assistant Kevin's help via Intra-library loan, I got this book that I'd previously refrained from on CD Audiobook format, Justin-time' for Hunka-Hunka Valentine's Day! And simply couldn't put it down once I began listening to it.


As Messer Wolfe, along with Hunter S. Thompson were known for their unique styles 'O writing. With both arguably being instrumental in written word prose...

Tom Wolfe, Novelist and Pioneer of New Journalism Dies at 88

And ironically it was another Wolfe acknowledgement by Astronaut Scott Kelly, then setting the record for longest Man in Space aboard the International Space Station, (ISS) when writing a letter from Space to the esteemed author, replete with copy of The Right Stuff in Orbit which once again got me thinking about Tom's Books.

Whilst Commander Cody; Err Kelly helps continue on another Astronaut tradition, by driving a Corvette Stingray naturally...


Meanwhile, as one of my current Taglines judiciously borrowed from 'Ol Arlo Guthrie, Y'all know: "We're just Waiting' for It to Come Back round..." Which is exactly what I'm still doing upon having requested The Right Stuff at the same time I requested Wolfe's Bonfire of The Vanities, not knowing which would arrive first? Before Kevin said he'd put in a request for the library to purchase a copy of The Right Stuff for Mwah, since it wasn't available - and sadly hasn't arrived yet, since doing so this past February.

Thus I'll just leave Y'all with another rendition of Messer Wolfe's accomplishments in the following obituary...