Went to the Rush concert last night with Ray and his friend Ty (aka Farrah).
It was a great show, a very slick lighting setup, with lasers and pyrotechnics, even.
The high point of the show was Neil Peart’s extended drum solo, which is the best drumming I’ve ever seen. He has an amazing drum kit, the whole of which rotates and has another set of stuff on the other side, including a keyboard made out of little drum pads.
I haven’t seen that many live shows, and this one was pretty impressive. Probably partly wasted on me, though – I’m not a huge Rush fan, so only knew a few of the songs.
After the show, we had a bit of an adventure. The train we thought would take us back to the car instead stopped after a few stops, dropping us in the middle of nowhere in NJ (along with a bunch of other fellow show-goers). People slowly found rides or took the bus, Ray called his roommate Steph and she headed out to get us.
While we were waiting for her to arrive, we walked around the parking lot chatting. Then we noticed a guy and his girlfriend on the other side of the parking lot. He was yelling at her loudly, at it looked like he was hitting her and knocked her down. Ray called 911, and after the rude 911 operator finished swearing at him (seriously) he reported what was going on. Shortly a small fleet of cops drove up (guess there was nothing else going on that night). After a while it looked like the guy and the girl walked away, guess she said there was no problem or something. Then Steph drove up as the cops were driving away. Her car is very loud, the muffler being only partly attached.
During a harrowing drive home (Steph likes to take on ramps at full speed regardless of the sharpness of the turn) there was a large *clank* as a chunk of metal fell off the bottom of the car and onto the highway.
The car kept going fine though, we made it home ok, and I collapsed exhausted on the couch.
My friend Brendan (one of the members of that band I told you about who loved Rush so much) idolizes Peart. Brendan is a seriously good drummer. He used to sit for hours listening to Peart’s solos on his CD walkman. Hours.
Sounds like a crazy night. I’m sad the dude who was hitting his gf did such a good job in picking a co-dependant woman who will cover for his assholeness. Stupid people.
I need to get my car checked out. It needs the exhaust brackets replaced. Basically that means if I go over too big of a bump, I’ll hear that same clunk of metal falling off of my car that you heard with Steph. Ah well…
Eventful
Domestic violence sucks. However, it sounds like you had a blast at the Rush show. I saw the band on Saturday in Portland and they rocked. Posted a review on my blog at http://isorski.blogspot.com if you are interested.