R.I.P. Neil Peart

[scooch]

Damn it! Fook cancer!!!

 

[Sharkbiscuit]

 

[...]

That sucks, he was always a huge inspiration for my drum playing. RIP

 

[rts265]

Damn.

 

[rowjimmytour]

Bummer go home and listen to Rush.....RIP

 

[Autoprax]

I wonder if that is why he retired?

 

[Drumsurf]

Bad day for Rock n Roll. Dude was a legend.

 

[GDaddy]

Fark

 

[92122]

One of the greatest!!

Drum Solo starts at the 3:20 mark:

 

[crustBrother]

OMG. So bummed. Such an amazing drummer, philosopher, and poet.

"The night is black, without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill
Features distorted in the flickering light
Faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best
Oh
Oh
The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill
They say there are strangers who threaten us
Our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness to danger us
In our theaters and bookstore shelves
That those who know what's best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves
Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand"

-NP

 

[Autoprax]

I had a friend die of that brain cancer.

I'm triggered.

 

[Autoprax]

The snakes and arrows a child is heir to
Are enough to leave a thousand cuts
We build our defenses, a place of safety
And leave the darker places unexplored
Sometimes the fortress is too strong
Or the love is too weak
What should have been our armor
Becomes a sharp and angry sword
Our better natures seek elevation
A refuge for the coming night
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
No one
We hold beliefs as a consolation
A way to take us out of ourselves
Meditation or medication
A comfort or a promised reward
Sometimes the spirit is too strong
Or the flesh is too weak
Sometimes the need is just too great
For the solace we seek
The suit of shining armor
Becomes a keen and bloody sword
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
A refuge for the coming night
A future of eternal light
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
No one
Confused alarms of struggle and flight
Blood is drained of color
By the flashes of artillery light
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
The battle flags are flown
At the feet of a god unknown
No one gets to their heaven...
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
Sometimes the damage is too great
Or the will is too weak
What should have been our armor
Becomes a sharp and burning sword
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
Oh, a refuge for the coming night
A future of eternal light
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
No one
No one gets to their heaven without a fight


I love the line about armor becoming a sword.

It's so relevant now with everyone playing the victim.

 

[sussle]

definitely a loss. read an interesting interview with him - on tour, he used to ride a motorcycle from town to town with a couple of friends, catch up with the tour bus and do each show, then bike on down the road to the next one etc. he came across as a very interesting and articulate guy, on top of being an amazing drummer etc. RIP

 

[hammies]

Wow. Big Rush fan here. This one hurts.

 

[Win win]

Amazing talent. R.I.P.

 

[sponge]

 

[tenover]

definitely a loss. read an interesting interview with him - on tour, he used to ride a motorcycle from town to town with a couple of friends, catch up with the tour bus and do each show, then bike on down the road to the next one etc. he came across as a very interesting and articulate guy, on top of being an amazing drummer etc. RIP

He wrote a whole series of books about that. Good reads.....

 

[ratfink]

I think every guitarist secretly knows...a killer drum solo kills any guitar solo.

 

[ThaDood]

When I was 16, I gave my brother an 8 track tape of 2112. He was in the 7nth grade and his first year in band playing drums. I told him that if you’re going to play drums, you’re going to want to listen to this tape. That was 1979. My brother kept playing, went to Baylor and McNeese St. playing in the marching band, onto the Crossmen and Maddison Scouts. His son, my nephew, followed the exact path. My brother’s path was influenced by Neil Peart. He manufactures drum practice pads as a side business. I like to think that maybe I planted that seed back in ‘79 haha.
Here’s some of my brothers work and one of his drum sets

 

[hammies]

Just in case you needed a primer on musicianship: