posted on Jan, 10 2020 @ 04:57 PM
a reply to: shawmanfromny
We all know it is going to happen to each one of us. I am OK with that. I came to terms with my demise before I was even a teenager (family tragedy
stuff, screws over your world view for a while). But that is me and my existence. This?!?!!
Call it what you a will, a tragic ending to a decade of tragedy, or, a brave battle to the end despite all the personal tragedies beset upon him, Neil
Peart was the last piece of the puzzle that took a Zepplin wannabe band to greatness to rock-n-roll godhood!!
I learned so much about music from that band! I learned how to count measures, learned repeats, the verse-chorus-verse structure of songs... and how
to deviate from it. I learned drum programming, not being able to do it myself as a "real drummer" or even come up with such cool and mystic rhythms,
but step writing in note-by-note the whole entire of Moving Pictures which gave me the opportunity to jam with the man anytime we wanted!!
I've tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat as I type this... yet there is this overwhelming sense of happiness that all those hours spent in my
living room, my friends' bedroom, and out in the garage with our drummer, Yam Aha, (and his brother, DX-7... I think there was Korg in there too),
running though Rush song after Rush song. We could even set a tempo and pause/stop a simple pattern to play along with older songs (fond memories of
Working Man), that is how a teen aged kid in the middle of nowhere Alaska could sit at the feet of the masters and learn.
I am very glad that, grief stricken over the death of his wife and daughter, he hopped on his bike and headed to my neck of the woods. He said it was
a relief when people would recognize him then leave him alone instead of gushing forward like a teenaged girl fawning over the Beatles. He said he
loved the Kenai and that is good enough for me!!
Thanks for the wonderful times jamming with us!
We love you too, Ghost Rider, may this next journey have less heart ache than this one!!