I’ll be away most of this week, catching up on a bunch of work and taking a small vacation. We’re driving up to Seattle to see Rush. That means me, the wife, and all three kids. I’m aware that taking seven-year-olds to a full-on virtuosity nerd-fest likely to drift dangerously close the three hour mark is pure madness, but I figured what the hell. Geddy, Alex and Neil aren’t going to play forever, and my hope is that taking the kids to see Rush play will mean never having to endure “Big Time Rush” or any other mediocre pop-rocking bullshit around the house. Like them or not, these guys have chops.
Besides, this is one of those ridiculous stories that might get passed on from generation to generation. Ideally, long after Rush is gone, and I’m gone, the kids can sit around and say things like, “Remember when Mom and Dad took us to see Rush in Seattle?” and “What the hell was up with that?”
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