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Strangers by City And Colour

Dallas Green of City And Colour has penned what I believe to be the best lyric of the last decade in his 2019 song, Strangers. The second verse goes thus:

We look to the heavens above
For advice on our lives,
Searching for God
In the bottoms of bottles
And in strangers’ eyes.
We’re living in desperation,
Drowning in medication,
Lost in the folly of our age.

-Dallas Green, City And Colour

No lyric that I’ve seen, captures better the empty nihilism and pointless pursuits of this current generation, than Strangers. Now, I have no delusions that Green is religious in any meaningful sense so I don’t think he is referencing God, as in a sovereign being. The verse opens with the following metaphor: ‘We look to the heavens above for advice on our lives’; or in other words, in this directionless age, people look everywhere for meaning and purpose. ‘God’ in his usage (Searching for God…) is a search for meaning. They have rejected the traditional mores of generations past and this dismissal of the old modes of guidance has left them empty and wanting, walking a nihilistic path of despair; always searching and never finding.

They look for significance, as is in our nature as humans to do, in places that only serve to strip real meaning from their lives. They search for ‘god‘ or meaning, in the ‘bottom of bottles and in strangers’ eyes‘ which is in alcohol and casual sex. Alcohol is used as a drug to cauterize hearts and minds from despair and hurt, and they think casual sex with near total strangers will fill the void of loneliness in their lives.  What they’ve done is assume lust and love are interchangeable; they’ve wanted to feel a real connection with someone and have realized that sex devoid of emotion, while enjoyable in the moment, has left them more lonely than they ever were before. The pursuit of pleasure on its own is a trap; the more pleasure we garner, the greater our need of it grows, and the greater the void we need to fill. Pleasure as a sole/soul pursuit will empty their lives of contentment when it’s divorced from anything meaningful.

People are living lives of desperation and they’ll use all manner of drugs to help themselves cope; from alcohol to illicit drugs that promise a temporary high but deliver them into addiction and harm, to prescription drugs and anti-depressants, which are being used at alarming rates, to cope with the stresses and anxieties of every day life. Their emptiness drives them and they look to fill it with drugs, alcohol, and sex, to alleviate their pain and responsibility, if only for a few hours, only to find they are left more empty than before. And the cycle repeats itself. They have believed the lie that substances can soothe them, that casual sex can make them feel wanted. But they are left used up, lonely, and addicted with no way out of their nihilism. That indeed, is ‘the folly of our age‘ that they are lost in.

Folly is such an apt word to describe how most people live: foolishly with a lack of good sense in how to live a content and full life. They pursue the short term thrill of alcohol, drugs, and sex at the expense of their long term health and mental well-being. They have nothing to believe in, nothing to guide them; they are functional atheists lost and drowning in their own nihilism. Until they put away the substances that enslave them, and live purposeful vibrant lives with direction, and pursue worthy things of value, their folly will continue to keep them in crippling anxiety, fear, and depression. This is an empty and lost generation and I fear it will take some calamitous events to quell the decadence and return us to a way of life filled with meaning and purpose; with joy and contentment which seems in short supply.

Neil Peart (1952-2020)

“Suddenly, you were gone; from all the lives you left your make upon.”
-Neil Peart, Afterimage, from Grace Under Pressure

Today the news reported that the legendary drummer from the band Rush, Neil Peart, died from brain cancer. Celebrity deaths don’t usually move me, but this one is different. I have been a fan of Rush since the age of 12 (1977) and they remain my favourite band to this day. I have seen Rush 45 times throughout my life and can easily repeat the cliche that they were the soundtrack to my life. Since the early ’70’s, Rush has had a cult following like no other band and their musical influence over those that came after them cannot be overstated.

Neil was introverted and shy and did not long for the limelight. He suffered through some family tragedies than no man should go through. He was articulate, intelligent, and a master at his craft; perhaps the greatest rock drummer of all time. The public did not know of his cancer. He was always a private man and remained so until his last day. It is hard to hear that one so talented and prolific, is no longer.

R.I.P. Neil Peart (1952-2020)

My Top 5 – Music

 

Top 5 Bands

  1. Rush
  2. Iron Maiden
  3. Buckethead
  4. Led Zeppelin
  5. City and Colour

 

 

Top 5 Albums

  1. Moving Pictures – Rush
  2. Piece of Mind – Iron Maiden
  3. Holy Diver – Dio
  4. The Division Bell – Pink Floyd
  5. Hymns to the Silence – Van Morrison

Top 5 Songs

  1. Subdivisions – Rush
  2. Carry On Wayward Son – Kansas
  3. Stairway To Heaven – Led Zeppelin
  4. Sultans Of Swing – Dire Straits
  5. Fight The Good Fight – Triumph

Top 5 Guitar Solos

  1. Comfortably Numb – Pink Floyd
  2. Limelight – Rush
  3. Crazy Train – Ozzy Osbourne
  4. Freebird – Lynyrd Skynyrd
  5. Powerslave – Iron Maiden

Top 5 Live Shows

  1. Rush
  2. Iron Maiden
  3. Kiss
  4. Kid Rock
  5. U2

Random Thoughts #2

1) Why is it that the most ardent animal rights activists are also the most pro choice when it comes to abortion? There is something fundamentally wrong in a society when people value the well-being of animals over human lives.

2) I think one of my favourite things is to hear someone say, “I’m such a health nut”, or “I live a really healthy lifestyle”, or “my body is really important to me” only then to find out that they consume alcohol on a regular basis. They’ll spend all week meal planning and going to the gym only to fill their body with a toxin, and yes, alcohol is a toxin. People will never give up their substances or addictions that cause them harm. They aren’t really health nuts after all.

3) I recently read that women view 85% of the men they see on dating sites as “beneath them” whereas men view 50% of the women the same way. Clearly, women have too high an opinion of themselves when viewing potential mates. This will only lead to a future with an epidemic of crazy, single cat ladies.

4) We call everything “art” these days. From manufactured pop music and hip hop, to tattoos and graffiti. If everything is art, then nothing is. That is why there needs to be an element of time added to the definition of art. True art will stand the test of time as it is a sifter of the wheat from the chaff. People still listen to Led Zeppelin almost 50 years later while no one will remember Katy Perry or Migos in another decade. People still line up to see the works of Monet, Rembrandt and Picasso, while no one will ever remember any tattooist who could ink a butterfly or cobra. Not everything is art and we need to stop calling disposable entertainment or doodles on the skin as such.

5) There is no more vocal group against guns and for gun control than the liberals in Hollywood. But what percentage of their movies have guns in them and portray violence and death? How many of their bodyguards carry guns with them to protect these precious Celebri’tards? Do not ever listen to actors or actresses on any issue. At all. Ever. They play make believe for a living and don’t live in the real world. And on this issue, as with many others, they are moronic hypocrites.

Time Almost Stood Still

I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath,
Before I start off again
Driven on,
Without a moment to spend
To pass an evening
With a drink and a friend

-Time Stand Still, Rush

This past weekend I was cleaning out a few boxes and came across an old photo a friend had gotten signed for me circa 1996. Most would think it a kind gesture, but the story still makes me scream, “Are you kidding me?!!!” in my head.

I have been a die-hard Rush fan my entire life (well, since 1978 anyways) and recounting this story brings back a weird feeling of “oh, what could have been!” I’ve never been one to hold celebrities in high esteem but this represented two thirds of the greatest rock band in the world! So THIS was different.

A friend of mine, who I’ll call Tom, use to frequent a restaurant in Toronto called Pronto. At times a little stuffy, Pronto was known for a good wine list and on occasion would host some high-end wine tastings. Another frequent patron of Pronto was Alex Lifeson.

It was another Friday night wine tasting and Tom found himself seated across from this funny blond guy who really liked his wine. They got to talking about their wine collections, their love of golf, Toronto restaurants, and places they had travelled. At the end of the evening, the funny blond guy told Tom he was having a few friends to his house the following night for a little food and wine and he’d like to invite Tom to join them. Tom thought it sounded like a fun night and accepted.

While not really into music, Tom was able to connect some dots and figure out that Alex was in some Canadian band called Rush.

Tom showed up Saturday night and instantly the wine was flowing. There were six of them in total exchanging grape-flavoured tales, and one of the fellows present was another guy in the band named Geddy. Weird name, he thought. After awhile, the conversation turned to stories from the road and music.

At one point, Tom said, “I have a friend who is just crazy about you guys but I had no idea you were actually quite popular.”

“Well, we’re just getting started. Why don’t you call him up and invite him over. There’s plenty of wine,” said Alex nonchalantly.

“Yeah, call him him up!” Geddy replied while raising a glass.

One of the other men present said, “Do it. I’m sure he won’t even believe you.”

Now it’s at this moment, I cannot believe the turn the story takes. It seems like an invite of every Rush fans dream. Tom really had just one job at this point. One job. Pick. Up. The. Phone. But something happened in Tom’s brain that to this day remains inexplicable to me.

“I would, but he’s not really a wine drinker,” Tom stupidly muttered. “If you guys could just sign something for him that would be great.” Now to be fair, 20 years ago I wasn’t much of a wine drinker but have come to enjoy it over time. But, but, but….I certainly could have faked it for a night!

Apparently, the night continued well into the morning. More wine. More stories. Headaches had by all. I wouldn’t know though, because I wasn’t invited!

Monday morning came around. Tom called me early at work and said, “I’ve got something for you, let’s meet for lunch.” We met at our usual spot and Tom began recounting the story I’ve just told. I remember it almost word for word, and the feelings of disbelief and despair. I almost didn’t believe him until he handed me this:

Alex: “Join us for a drink next time”
Geddy: “Too bad you don’t drink.”

Tom had a big smile on his face, thinking he had done something good. I looked at him, totally speechless. (I am not ungrateful, but in that moment, yeah, I was).

“So let me get this straight, Alex and Geddy wanted YOU to invite ME over to hang out with you guys, and you didn’t think that was a good idea?” I said to him incredulously. “Like, not even for a second?”

At that moment Tom realized the gravity of his error in judgment as he sheepishly said, “But, I was drinking.”

We are still friends to this day. I sometimes think about missing out on that moment “to pass an evening with a drink and a friend.”

I did get to meet them both years later at a charity event, but it wasn’t the same.

Peace Will Come

“Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life’s no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you.”

“Carry on my wayward son,
For there’ll be peace when you are done,
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more.”

-Kerry Livgren, Kansas, 1977