In my younger years there were several famous people I'd have loved to meet, but now I'm just like, meh.
The one person I always wanted to meet when I was younger was the drummer and lyricist for the band Rush, Neil Peart. He was my inspiration all throughout high school when I was in the school bands and his writing always impressed me because he doesn't write about the usual rock song subjects. He wrote about higher things, giving insightful glimpses about the world through his writing.
He was like a modern day pioneer who traveled to remote places to live among the people there and learn about them. And he always rode a bicycle to the next town when they were touring. He reminds me of the monks who find beauty and self-satisfaction through self-discipline, hard work and nature..
High on the sacred mountain
Up the seven thousand stairs
In the golden light of autumn
There was magic in the air
The clouds surrounded the summit
The wind blew strong and cold
Among the silent temples
And the writing carved in gold
Somewhere in my instincts
The primitive took hold
I stood at the top of the mountain
And China sang to me
In the peaceful haze of harvest time
A song of eternity
If you raise your hands to heaven
You will live a hundred years
I stood there like a mystic
Lost in the atmosphere
The clouds were suddenly parted
For a moment I could see
The patterns of the landscape
Reaching to the eastern sea
I looked upon a presence
Spanning forty centuries
- lyrics from 'Tai Shan' by Neil Peart
The one person I always wanted to meet when I was younger was the drummer and lyricist for the band Rush, Neil Peart. He was my inspiration all throughout high school when I was in the school bands and his writing always impressed me because he doesn't write about the usual rock song subjects. He wrote about higher things, giving insightful glimpses about the world through his writing.
He was like a modern day pioneer who traveled to remote places to live among the people there and learn about them. And he always rode a bicycle to the next town when they were touring. He reminds me of the monks who find beauty and self-satisfaction through self-discipline, hard work and nature..
High on the sacred mountain
Up the seven thousand stairs
In the golden light of autumn
There was magic in the air
The clouds surrounded the summit
The wind blew strong and cold
Among the silent temples
And the writing carved in gold
Somewhere in my instincts
The primitive took hold
I stood at the top of the mountain
And China sang to me
In the peaceful haze of harvest time
A song of eternity
If you raise your hands to heaven
You will live a hundred years
I stood there like a mystic
Lost in the atmosphere
The clouds were suddenly parted
For a moment I could see
The patterns of the landscape
Reaching to the eastern sea
I looked upon a presence
Spanning forty centuries
- lyrics from 'Tai Shan' by Neil Peart
