This last Sunday, I was fortunate enough to see the band Rush for the fourth time on their current Clockwork Angels tour. For guys pushing 60, drummer Neil Peart is in fact 60, these guys can put on a show with the best of them. They never fail to disappoint. I was trying not to yawn once they pushed into the third hour of rock God superiority, even as Alex, Geddy and Neil played on as if driven by supernatural forces.
A bit of trivia: Rush has the most consecutive gold and platinum albums behind a couple other bands you might have heard of – The Beatles and The Rolling Stones. And long overdo as it is, Rush is finally on the ballot as a future inductee into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Rush was eligible for induction in 1999. I am not sure if it’s a Canadian thing or not, but the fact that The Beastie Boys and Abba were inducted before them makes me scatch my head a little. And I love both of those bands too, I just love Rush more.
And to the detractors, they are not a Led Zeppelin clone. I never heard a song like La Villa Strangiato on an any Zeppelin album. Don’t hate.
I am all about having a good time at a concert, but let’s face it, there are those that take “good time” to extraordinary limits. There are those that become deranged animals after consuming as many alcoholic beverages as possible in a short span of time.
If you didn’t know, Rush is something of a man’s band. At any given Rush concert, the percentage of females is on the low side. This a show that married men go to sans the wife, your humble author excluded. I consider myself one of the luckiest men alive due that fact my wife is also a fan. It’s like having a wife who is into Call of Duty or Dead Island as much as you are, though I am not that lucky.
So, logic follows that men will behave badly without their women. Human psychology dictates that men without women and lots of beer will act like headless chickens being tasered.
Take for example the gentleman who was seated in the row in front of us. He started the show inebriated, and fell into such a drunken oblivion during the show that I was shocked he could stay on his feet for the duration. He danced wildly in the aisle, flailing like a live wire had been pressed to his skin, mocking the security guard at every opportunity – the kind of brazen courage that can only be had after 10 or more beers. During the finale, he put his arm around me, thinking I was one of his Bacchanalian group. It was a touching moment. Had I not been in a fantastic mood, I may have been more upset than I was. Do you know what it’s like to almost be poked in the eye half a dozen times?
And not to beat a dead horse, but as awesome as this man’s drunken air drumming was, anything that took my focus away from Neil Peart’s masterful performance was not a good thing. Also, when you are a shorter type person, any and all body flailing that is going on in front of where you are is a great impediment to seeing ahead.
Which begs the question: Why do some people feel the need to act like complete morons? And in public? And after having paid good money to see a concert performance and risk getting thrown out and/or punched in the face.
The questions are rhetorical. There will be no easy answers here. The secrets of the universe will be presented fully in the next segment.
It all goes back to men without their women and that ole’ demon liquor.
I know one thing. Seeing Rush live in concert is an amazing experience. Just remember to bring your body armor, helmet and stilts.
File under: I wish I was taller.