I heart Geddy Lee

I danced.

I screamed.

Okay, truthfully? When the house lights went dimmed, and the crowd started to scream, and the band came on stage, and the lights came up as Rush crashed into the first few bars of Limelight, and they were RIGHT THERE less than 100 ft from me, my barely repressed inner 14 year old girl and my inner geek rose up and took over in one hormonal moment of overload.

I wept.

It was, in short, a concert worthy of waiting a lifetime for. Three hours (minus a short intermission, thank the gods who watch over pregnant bladders) of solid, grooving, driving rock. Almost all my favourites, plus guest appearances by Bob and Doug McKenzie (does it get any more Canadian than that?) and the kids from South Park (!) and the Best Drum Sole EVER, even according to my father, the former professional drummer. You can read the Citizen’s slightly more objective but no less favourable review of the concert here.

I’m sure the Player to be Named Later was completely perplexed… between the throbbing baseline reverberating through my sternum (my ears are still ringing), the dancing, and me screaming myself hoarse, the poor baby was more than a little confused. He danced right along with me for a lot of the night, though, so I think we’ll have to replace our Wiggles DVDs with some Rush concert tour DVDs for this one.

An interesting aside: this may be the first event I’ve ever attended where the line-up for the men’s room was three times longer than the line-up for the ladies’ room! After I noticed that, I looked around the stadium, and sure enough the guys outnumbered the girls easily 10 to one. It was also the first concert I’ve been to in a long time where people actually stood through the whole thing. In our section, aside from the opening song, people mostly stayed in their seats, but toward the end of the second set when they launched into Spirit of Radio and followed it up with Tom Sawyer, we were all on our feet and stayed that way right through the end of the encore.

Today, I was standing in the checkout line at the grocery store when I noticed the guy in front of me wearing a tour T-shirt from the concert last night. We got to chatting, and agreed it was an all-around amazing show. I was basking in the rehashed memories when the clerk packing my bags, a fellow of maybe 17 or so, looked at me and asked, “What’s Rush?”

Ouch. Oh well, I may be too old to be culturally relevant anymore, but after watching old dudes rocking the house on stage last night, I’m okay with that.

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