Friday Night Videos presents… Rush, “Red Barchetta (Live In Canada, 1980)”

Rush - Red Barchetta (Live (1981/Canada)

Originally released on the 1981 album Moving Pictures, “Red Barchetta” is an excellent example of musical science fiction, and is hands down my favorite Rush song. It is typical of many Rush songs in that it explores issues of liberty and personal freedoms through metaphor, in this case, the metaphor of an illegal drive through a dystopian future landscape in an outlawed vehicle.

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In Memoriam: Neil Peart

Neil Ellwood Peart, September 12, 1952 – January 7, 2020

I was 16 years when I discovered Rush. Presto was the first album I bought from their catalog. It’s jazz inspired rhythms and intelligent lyrics were not what I was used to listening to. They were enough to draw me in though and I’ve been a steadfast fan ever since. One of my first concert experiences was their Roll The Bones tour. I attended multiple concerts in the follow years and this man never disappointed. Even the casual fans looked forward to his epic solos. They were truly the highlight of every show. I had always held out hope that the group would find some way to come out of retirement, but alas, that will never happen.

There has never been another lyricist that spoke to me on such a personal level and I doubt there will ever be. We’ve lost some great musical talent over the passed few years and I’ve been saddened. Tonight was the first time I cried….RIP Neil Peart.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Everybody!

Holy double crisp Valentine chocolates for me, Batman! KA-POW!

“I don’t believe in destiny or the guiding hand of fate. I don’t believe in forever, or in love as a mystical state. I don’t believe in the stars or the planets, or angels watching from above. But I believe there’s a ghost of a chance we can find someone to love. And make it last…”


So I’m watching Alex Lifeson play “Subdivisions” last night, and I suddenly realize he’s playing my guitar! The same damn model, sans pickguard. And I thought, “Wow, it just goes to show that in the hands of a master, even a $300 guitar can make extraordinary music.” So I google some pics from the show and it turns out he’s not playing my knock-off model. He’s playing a $4,000 Gibson that’s fucking named after him. So fuck me, really, is the moral of the story.

UPDATE: Someone commented the following regarding our mutual friend Kenny, a lifelong one-upper: “Kenny’s guitar is bigger though.”

True. Kenny paid more for his, and it gets him more women than mine ever could. Also his sounds better and he’s the only one skilled enough to play it, because the strings are made from platinum and the amp is powered by tornadoes and lightning.