Rush and Me

So we saw Rush a couple weeks ago, up at the Amphitheater in the Middle of Nowhere. It's weird to hear the big name acts up there on stage talk about Sacramento even though Sacramento itself is at least an hour's drive away. The venue is in between cow pastures this side of Olivehurst but well past Wheatland, just past the Yuba County line. Olivehurst is famous for some bad floods they had ten years ago. Wheatland is a wide spot on the way to Beale AFB and site of my favorite obscure gas station. I've never bought gas there, but I love their sign, because it lists about six different kinds of fuel including racing fuel at $6.99 a gallon. Some day I'll take a picture.

Fascinating part of the world.

I've liked Rush for about twenty five years and the great thing about their concerts is just like twenty five years ago, everyone there is about my age. I guess that's true for most of the concerts we go to. All these old farts. Bald and fat and rockin' out. Sort of Eddie Van Halen and Jack Black and Dilbert all rolled up. Anyway the rock station was giving away front row seats at their tent and so we milled about with everyone else hoping to win but of course did not. But there are pictures of me milling about, and what could be more blogtastic than that?







Too bad GIF files look so crappy, but I had to animate, you know?

The concert was awesome. Geddy Lee epitomizes gracefully aging highly talented ugly-ass music geek. Alex Lifeson is still a big blonde who likes to enjoy himself. And Neil Peart is an angry drummer god, thunder of fist and lightning of brow. The three of them and a few electronic toys produce an incredible amount of great music.