
Dismayed by this lack of recognition, he passed the Rush audition for drummer in 1974, and by 1975 he had replaced singer Geddy Lee as main lyricist for the band. Peart began writing lyrics while drumming for an Ontario band named Hush, but the others in the band were inexplicably unimpressed with his efforts.

But he is also, unbeknownst to many rock and roll aficionados, one of the most successful wordsmiths in the history of the genre.

Neil Peart, a Canadian export more valuable than Canadian bacon or TimBit’s, is by consensus a supreme progressive jazz/rock drummer. But that’s okay I’m familiar with the glazed looks on some of your faces when I try to articulate an idea. … then you probably have NO idea what I am talking about. Think Rush is something you feel after snorting an old quaalude you found under a couch where you remembered you stashed it twenty seven years ago. Love to listen to the sedately dulcet tones of John Tesh while your Angora snores melodically in the backroundĬ. Have spent your life in a small dark cave on the shores of the Mediterranean with seaweed jammed into your ears.ī. If you were bottle fed on the milk of progressive rock, like yours truly, you may already be among the Illuminati. Big-time woo-hoo rock and roll Wonder? King Bad Ass, world class percussionist? Lyricist extraordinaire? Neil Peart of Rush is all of this and much more. Iconic rock lyricists like Jim Morrison, Robert Hunter, David Byrne began to give this minor art form’s place in history - infused with more Americana than a tribute to Robert Frost (who couldn’t play a lick on a Strat). Fortunately for us, time heals bad taste and turns it into pop culture. Maybe your hair smells like peanut butter.

“Why do birds suddenly appear / Everytime you get near?” I don’t know. Had the evolution of rock lyrics remained so banal and elementary we’d all be listening to the Carpenters today. Remember “Louie, Louie”, first released in 1963? Flimsy as a piece of tissue in a tornado, the words to most pop or rock songs are best suited for head scratching. Rock and Roll lyrics are generally anything but artful. Here, she analyzes the poetic sensibility of a not-forgotten but barely appreciated rock drummer and lyricist, Neil Peart of Rush. (April Rose Schneider’s first Litkicks article was about nearly-forgotten 1960s novelist Richard Farina.
