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  1. SCHAEFFER: Why It Hurts When Great Musicians Pass Away Why do we feel the death of a musician like Neil Peart, even though we have never met him? I hearken back to Ludwig Von Beethoven’s funeral for the answer. When he died in 1827, it’s estimated that anywhere from 10,000 to as many as 30,000 attended his funeral. Of course, most of these mourners had never met the man personally, or if they did they merely tipped their hats to him on the street (and perhaps got a grumbling insult from him in reply!). But they knew his music. They were so affected by it that they felt compelled to come and mourn his passing. In a way, they felt they did know him. Because they knew his mind and his heart as expressed in those beautiful sounds he left the world as his passing gift. Music is unique in the arts in that it above all others has the eerie power to alter one’s mood and force them to actually feel what the composer is feeling — not through the words of a sonnet or the brushstrokes of a painting, however frenzied and passionate they may be, but rather in an almost primal way. One cannot avoid it. Who can listen to “Ode To Joy” and not feel exalted, a smile forming without even knowing it? Who can listen to a hard-driving rock song from, take your pick, Led Zeppelin, The Who, AC/DC, Nirvana, and a thousand others and not suddenly feel the urge, whatever your mood was before hitting ‘play’, to hurl heavy objects, run faster, jump higher, or play air guitar? After all, we don’t work out while reading Milton or staring at a photo of the Sistine Chapel ceiling. Instead, we don our headphones and amp up the music. Why? Because it actually changes us physiologically. The way love does. Those who don’t have an ear, or even those with a mere passing interest in music, must look at those Rush fans sincerely mourning the death of Neil Peart and think them a tad “off.” But when a favorite musician passes, it feels more real because we actually have been inside his/her head. Unlike a poet who tells us, or a painter who shows us, the musician demands we jump into their most intimate self to experience his/her thoughts, emotions, and pain in an eerie mind-melding way. We become one with them. And so the musical experience feels more personal to us than standing at arm’s length admiring a static sculpture, inspiring as it may be. Losing a musician is to lose someone who was not just “out there” entertaining us, but who invited us, even forced us, into their world as they understood it and felt it. It is an intimate, wonderful, painful, relationship … and one that can impact the musician’s fans very much as might the death of an old friend. So when you see people who seem in mourning over the loss of Neil Peart (or any artist they value and who has enriched their lives in a way only music can) fight off the impulse to shake your head and say: “Snap out of it. You never even met the guy.” Because that’s wrong. Every time they played his music they met him all over again, and got to know him a little better. He became a part of their world, and they his. How often do we hear the term “the soundtrack of my life.” For those Rush fans who followed this outstanding trio for the past five decades, this tragedy was more than just a news bulletin. To those whose lives Neil Peart touched, to whom he bequeathed the soundtrack of their lives, even if from afar, it’s very personal indeed. I respect that. I am sorry for your loss, Rush fans. Link: https://www.dailywire.com/news/schaeffer-why-it-hurts-when-great-musicians-pass-away?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=benshapiro
  2. Thank you so much! I do feel grateful that I discovered Rush in the first place. Like another fan said, the Earth formed around 4.54 billion years ago and we were on this earth when Rush existed!
  3. Rest in Peace, Professor! Thanks for changing my life forever! With love, best wishes and kindest regards, A Grieving Fan. Edited to add: It is going to be incredibly hard for me to listen to Rush at this time. I may need to wait a few months, as certain songs sound different now.
  4. Gutted. Absolutely gutted. Neil's death has hit me so hard, way harder than expected. His lyrics meant the world to me.
  5. I am absolutely devastated right now. I am crying. I can't breathe. I am just so heartbroken. I cannot even speak right now. I am hurting so much inside. Neil Peart is like a God to me. A poet. His lyrics spoke to me like no other musician. While other bands spoke about girls, getting laid, getting high, etc., Neil's lyrics were about philosophy, literature, the human race, etc. That man turned me to the works of Ayn Rand for fucks sake. Rush means the world to me. They were my escape from a fucked up world. FUCK YOU, GRIM REAPER! FUCK YOU, CANCER! FUCK BOTH OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need time to get over this. His death has hit me much harder than expected...
  6. A New Year. New Hope. New Beginnings. Out With The Old. In With The New. Good Thoughts. Kind Words. Good Deeds. Good Vibes. Welcome 2020. Good to see you! 😍
  7. That is a very nice thought! I agree with you, there!
  8. Those prices are ridiculous. I just do not see the point of "high fashion" or "luxury items" like that Montblanc pen. I mean it is a complete waste of money and utterly frivolous. The thing that made me cringe the most was $1000 for a pair of shoes! If I had that kind of money, I would first make a down payment on a house. Also, for an amount like $645, I immediately think of all the CD's and DVD's I can buy of my favourite bands, period dramas and documentaries!
  9. Pretty much sums up my Christmas this year:
  10. Nothing really. Just more family drama, with more lecturing, passive aggression and yelling thrown in my direction regarding how immature and irresponsible I am and how amazing "other kids" are. Honestly, this has been one of the worst Christmas Eves ever. I guess Saint Nicholas wished to put coal in my stockings this year. Hoping to get some quiet time to myself this evening where I wouldn't have to speak to any family member. Would be the best Christmas present ever. I will be perfectly happy just sitting in my room and reading a book. That way, I will stay out of trouble. There were definitely some fragile egos in my household today. I apologize for dampening the Christmas spirit, but I cannot possibly hide my feelings. Needed to vent somewhere or else I will burst like a pressure cooker. Suppressing one's feelings is certainly not a healthy way to live. Also, I have learnt that the minute the shouting or aggression starts, just walk away from the person concerned or just stay silent. That way, the perpetrator will look like a prized idiot. Edited to add: If there was one thing that Christmas 2019 has taught me is to identify my trigger points while interacting with family members. When I feel that someone is trying to bait me (on the pretext of being "concerned" about my welfare, blah blah blah), that's my queue to just sit there, smile, nod along, not say a word and pretty much "switch off" and be aloof and oblivious to the conversation. If all these strategies make me out to be a "complex person", then so be it. Plus, I have now become quite adept at effectively utilizing phrases such as "I am sorry you feel that way".
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