The Metal Voice folk have taken to the social media and given their thoughts on Peart's passing .
Jimmy Kay posted a video about his thoughts on the tragic passing of Rush drummer Neil Peart
Alan Dixon Statement
Upon hearing the sad news of the passing of Neil Peart, I returned home, poured myself a tumbler of The Macallan, and toasted the Greatest Drummer of my lifetime.
While most bands of the ‘70’s were singing about the depravities of Sex, Drugs, and Rock’n’Roll, Neil penned thought provoking lyrics about class struggles(The Trees), Existentialism(Free Will), and evading the spotlight (Limelight).
Neil left us, as he did after every concert; low key, doing it his way, and protecting his privacy.
Thank-you Neil, for your lyrics, your music, your writings, and simple humility.
RIP Ghost Rider, and may you continue riding the backroads throughout eternity.
Perrin Wolfson wrote a short essay
Neil Peart - a short essay by Perrin Wolfson, The Metal Voice
For the first time in my life, I’ve woken up in a world devoid of Neil Peart. I’ve never met Neil... he wasn’t a family member... nor a friend, or even acquaintance. Yet still, the world I wake up to seems that much emptier, darker, colder, and harsh.
Many are mourning Neil the drummer - and rightly so. He was “the professor”, a clinician, a master of his craft. Full disclosure: the first time I saw Rush play “Subdivisions” live, I openly wept. My eyes were riveted to the Yoda behind the drums, putting every ounce of his blood, sweat, tears, and concentration into a deep/complex performance as if he was doing it for the first time. It was a beautiful thing to witness... a man becoming one with his artistic creation and his audience.
Many are also morning the lyricist, the bard, the minstrel, and the storyteller... again, rightfully so. Whether taking us on a journey to a far away land first conceived by Ayn Rand, or reflecting his life experiences and circumstances, Neil Peart had a rare ability to transport the listener to another place with his introspective words.
“And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart”
- are their truer words to members of a society grappling with the most complex issues of their time, no matter the generation?
“Growing up, it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass-production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone”
- are their truer words to an introverted teenager from the suburbs?
“Pack up all those phantoms
Shoulder that invisible load
Keep on riding north and west
Haunting that wilderness road
Like a ghost rider”
- are their truer words to a human being overcoming profound loss?
I hope Neil Peart the MAN won’t be overlooked... a man seemingly on top of the world, who cruelly lived his house of cards falling with the accidental death of his only child at the time, followed less than a year later by the death of his partner/companion to cancer.... or was it a broken heart? Neil made his way back from the gut punch of all gut punches, and rose to inspire us all again via his great novel Ghost Rider: Travels on the Healing Road, and his heroic return to the recording and performing world.
In a cruel twist of irony, our hero is now reunited with his beloved Jackie and Selena but leaves behind his new loves, Carrie and Olivia, who certainly can’t help but feel their time with Neil/daddy was all too short.
So there you have it. Neil Peart the drummer, Neil Peart the writer/lyricist, Neil Peart the man. Neil left us how he lived: quietly, with class and dignity. While he leaves a body of work that will serve as a time capsule for future generations, those of us of this generation, his legion of devoted disciples, will somehow have to find the wherewithal to navigate this world full of paradoxes without our mentor and spiritual guide.
Thank you Neil... from a boy and man you never knew, yet at the same time knew and understood so well...
“Suddenly, you were gone
From all the lives you left your mark upon...”