Thursday Morning – October 9th, 2025
I’m going to make an offering to the world — a word of wisdom, deeper than opinion.
A truth that, if you heed it, will make your life better.
I’m speaking to those people who… after Rush’s first album… have never accepted Neil Peart.
John Rutsey is their guy. He’s the real drummer. The only drummer.
They’ll tell you about the classics — In the Mood.
Who hasn’t wrestled with being “in the mood?”
Working Man. We’ve all been there.
And “Finding My Way”? Who among us hasn’t been lost and searching for one?
Such timeless lyrics, such hard rock wisdom.
Everything that came after? Pffft. Doesn’t count.
Rush ended after that first album.
There is no Rush without John.
That’s YOU.
That’s how YOU sound.
When you whine and bitch and moan about Anika Niles and the new Rush tour.
Listen, I get it. You love Neil. So do I. He was a poet, a philosopher, and a rhythmic god.
We miss him. Always will.
But Geddy and Alex are going on tour — AS RUSH — with a new drummer.
And all you can do is complain?
Here’s my advice: Shut up.
Actually, better: Shut the F up.
I don’t say it with cruelty.
I say it because you’re missing the gift.
These men — Geddy and Alex — are full of love and gratitude.
They’re still grieving their brother, and they’re choosing to honor him through joy.
Through sound. Through creation.
You want them to call it something else?
“An Evening with Geddy and Alex”?
Are you really that twisted up that it matters?
Take a look at your life.
Where else do you make mountains out of molehills?
You’ve been handed a blessing:
Rush songs, alive again.
A phenomenal drummer. A keyboardist freeing Geddy to play bass like the mad wizard he is.
It’s like heaven opened…
A shaft of divine light hit your soul…
And you scurried for the sewers to avoid the shine.
What the hell is wrong with you?
God has blessed us.
He sent his heralds — Geddy and Alex — to remind us what joy sounds like.
They’ll play. They’ll cry. They’ll burn with memory and love.
And maybe — just maybe — after the last encore of the last show…
Jesus himself will strum that final note.
Rejoice, my friends.
The end is nigh. And it comes in glory, love, and Rock & Roll.
Get your oil for your lamps. The feast is coming.
P.S.
The part about Jesus returning after the final Rush show? Tongue in cheek. Smile.
But the gratitude? Dead serious.
We get one more chance to feel that magic — to hear those songs live, to remember, to rejoice.
Don’t ruin it with your pedantic need to be a f***ing asshole.