Photo 4 Oct 8 notes FUCKING FINALLY! Just the fact that they are even up for consideration restores faith in the RARHOF

FUCKING FINALLY! Just the fact that they are even up for consideration restores faith in the RARHOF

Photo 1 Jul 2 notes Took some bits out from the Clockwork Angels digital booklet and made desktop backgrounds…

Took some bits out from the Clockwork Angels digital booklet and made desktop backgrounds…

Text 11 Apr 11 notes I see what you did there, Rush

Look at the time on the clock… 9:12. Let’s assume that’s PM… 9:12 = 21:12

Video 2 Mar 3 notes

purpleburgers:

This will be the best 20 minutes of your life

ALL THE BEST 20 MINUTES OF LIFE!

via piss off.
Photo 8 Feb 21 notes Neil Peart’s shoes (Rush Time Machine: Live in Cleveland)

Neil Peart’s shoes (Rush Time Machine: Live in Cleveland)

Text 8 Feb 3 notes Tumblr on my laptop while Rush’s Time Machine concert film is going on the Mac Mini…

One hell of a night off, if you ask me.

Text 8 Feb 20 notes We are islands to each other

Building hopeful bridges on a troubled sea,

Some are burned or swept away.

Some we would not choose,

But we’re not always free.

Text 3 Feb 7 notes I don’t have faith in faith. I don’t believe in belief.

You can call me faithless.
I still cling to hope.
And I believe in love.
And that’s faith enough for me.

Text 30 Jan 6 notes We are secrets to each other.

Each one’s life a novel no one else has read. Even joined in bonds of love, we’re linked to one another by such slender threads.¬†

Text 16 Jan 44 notes Entre Nous

We are secrets to each other
Each one’s life a novel
No one else has read
Even joined in bonds of love
We’re linked to one another
By such slender threads

We are planets to each other
Drifting in our orbits
To a brief eclipse
Each of us a world apart
Alone and yet together
Like two passing ships

Just between us
I think it’s time for us to recognize
The differences we sometimes fear to show
Just between us
I think it’s time for us to realize
The spaces in between
Leave room for you and I to grow

We are strangers to each other
Full of sliding panels
An illusion show
Acting well rehearsed routines
Or playing from the heart?
It’s hard for one to know

We are islands to each other
Building hopeful bridges
On a troubled sea
Some are burned or swept away
Some we would not choose
But we’re not always free

Text 14 Jan 59 notes Nothing like sitting in a dark room with headphones on listening to La Villa Strangiato

It always seems to have a much more magical and intense change in emotion when all the other senses are dulled.

…actually, all¬†music is that way.

Text 3 Nov I think the thing I miss the most right now is playing drums.

It just used to be such a great way to get rid of emotion… and beat the living crap out of stuff while still making it sound wicked good. Maybe that’s why I haven’t been listening to much Rush lately…

Text 12 Sep Happy Birthday to Neil Peart.

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