Read Love remains, though everything is lost | Philip Wilding | Writer, Journalist & Radio Producer
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, Iā€™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.

Beautiful and moving tribute to Neil Peart. I’m still coming to terms with this.

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