Just the other week (New Year's Eve, in fact) I was listening to A Farewell to Kings. Peart's illness wasn't on my radar, and I'm gutted. In terms of defining myself as a drummer (and I expect it is this way for many of us), Peart was always a presence, a given, a standard. He was one of the virtuoso drummers that people on the street would know, but unlike Bonham and Moon he was alive. It is going to be HARD mentally to move him into the list of drummers who are no longer with us.
WOW. I don't know what to say. I'm listening to Bravado holding back the tears.
He was a very private man. He obviously wanted this to be kept out of the public eye. I'm glad that nobody leaked it so he could have that privacy so live out his last days with his family.
My Thoughts and Prayers are with Carrie and Olivia. He went through hell with the loss of Selina and then Jackie and I was glad he was able to find happiness again and start over. He lost Selina early and now Olivia has lost her dad early.
The first picture I ever saw of Neil and the band was the photo on the back of 2112.
To my young self they sure looked the part of guys you would expect to be playing that music.
Wow. 67 is not that old. I wasn't a big fan of him but I do respect the place that he held in the history of prog rock music and in drumming in general. I'm sort of stunned given how young he was. Definitely a big loss to the music world.
Update: I just read that he was battling brain cancer. Cancer is such an insidious disease.