Do you ever have those moments where something you’ve not previously been interested in suddenly grabs you by the heart and you’re immediately, obsessively interested? I do, often and unpredictably. Maybe it’s just me.
So a couple of Sundays ago, I was settling in to watch postseason baseball which, as a baseball fan, is hugely important to me. I’ve missed large swathes of life to postseason baseball. It’s not something I take lightly. During a commercial, I was switching around channels, as is my manner. I landed on a channel that was showing Rush - Beyond the Lighted Stage. I’ve never been a huge Rush fan. I mean, I love A Farewell to Kings. It was the first 8-track I ever purchased. And who can fault 2112? Those two albums, along with All The World’s a Stage and Exit … Stage Left almost as much as any others defined my teenage years.
But I was never a fan. I mean, if they’d ever toured my area of the state, sure, I would’ve been there. But they never came close and I didn’t care enough to travel. Rush was a band that happened to me, but not a band I sought out.
So it was odd that I could not change the channel. I could not stop watching. I could not stop the fascination. And suddenly baseball faded to the back of my mind and all that mattered was experiencing this … thing. It’s an incredible documentary, extremely well done. The directors, Sam Dunn and Scot McFadyen, certainly know their subject. They capture the essence of Rush and present it in a manner that’s captivating and addictive. The run time of 107 minutes flies by. When it ended, I was starving for more and was so disappointed when I discovered they weren’t rebroadcasting it.
Come on. Every channel rebroadcasts everything these days. Maybe every other show. Hell, some channels run the same show back-to-back.
I would have immediately watched it again.
But no. It was not to be. To my knowledge, it has not been aired again.
And so began my newest addiction. Rediscovering and, in some cases, discovering Rush. I ordered the DVD. And I created a text document of their discography and bought Rush, Fly By Night, and Caress of Steel. Along with the aforementioned A Farewell to Kings and 2112, that brings me current through 1977. I have a long way to go. But at a couple of albums a month, which gives me plenty of time to listen, appreciate, and come to know the albums, and I’ll be current soon enough. And this obsession can be put to bed.
And in it’s wake, I’ll be left with a lot of really good music.