So… when I was a kid in high school (a southern christian one to boot), I didn’t listen to much rock n’ roll. My first real introduction, or rather the one that put the first real bug in my ear was Moving Pictures, by Rush. Until then nothing had really spoken to me, it was just music and the words were just words. That all changed on my first listen. Suddenly there were lyrics that I could identify with, along with complicated musicianship, and of course… those crazy, crazy drums.
The two songs that spoke to me most were Witch Hunt and Red Barchetta. While I still enjoy them both, Red Barchetta still scratches the same itch for me that it always did – a story in a song, along with music that conveyed the story into something more than a raw reading. Every time I hear this song I get the same rush (pun intended, perhaps?), imagining myself in some far flung future, racing an old gasser trying to escape those alloy air cars.
Anyway, to not draw this out too far, with the advent of the Twitters, I can now follow Neil Peart, as much as that probably creeps him out, and in today’s tweet he linked the original story that he based Red Barchetta on. Give it a read… it’s short and another imagination grabber.