Some of you may have already read this since I posted it on Facebook. But some may not have, but I thought I would share some of my thoughts.
Since hearing of Neil Peart's passing I have been in a bit of a somber mood. Sometimes I even do a little weeping. I don't really understand why. I have never met this person, but what is the reasoning behind this mood?
As I think about it, a lot of thoughts flood my mind. Thoughts of the first time I heard them on the radio. Then there's the moment I knew I was a fan and bought my first record. The anticipation of new Rush music coming out, finding out when the tour was and am if I was able to make it to a show.
Of course the people I met. Everyone having an opinion of what song was their favorite, the best album, the best lyrics...even the best solos. A diversity can be found among all of us, but there is always that one connection...
...then it hit me...
...it was the connection.
With Neil's passing the paper is now blank, the drums are quiet, and the stage is dark. It wasn't the loss of someone I have never met that I grieve for, but the some of the loss of the connection that came being a fan of Rush.