Beautiful and moving tribute to Neil Peart. I’m still coming to terms with this.
Memories fall towards you sometimes, like brown leaves out of the blue of the sky. The thunder of drums coming through the wall backstage at a long defunct outdoor arena on the outskirts of Nashville. The eve of the R30 tour, myself, Alex Lifeson and Geddy Lee mid-interview, I’d already spoken to Neil in his dressing room across the hall, seated next to a drum-kit the size of which can best be described as ominous.