farewell, neil peart
Neil Peart's drumming sounded like what a superawesome 13-year-old musician could turn out to be; his lyrics were that for young poets.
He was like a mentor who assured you, during your season of least assurance, that the life of the mind is a thrill, and that integrity matters to people, and that the examined life is incredibly worth living.
Our white-haired uncle waits.
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