This is number twelveroonie, just as promised (though I've got a baker's dozen followup in the batter's box already). I'm coming up to 18 hours pretty much straight at this endeavor, with the exception of a time-out for breakfast – cooked up by the wife & mom-in-law — a quick tripette to the market, and in the last couple of hours, refills of my tumbler (scotch).
I often tell people that Rush (and herbs) got me through college. We smoked dope and listened to them constantly. What days. I was a 4.0 in high school, but in a sheltered environment. College was a candy store in every way (every. way.). And I was a very poor student as a result. But thanks to Rush & marijuana, I pulled a 3.8 GPA in my most stoned semester (study stoned; test stoned), advanced quantitative economics, business, and accounting. I can still read a complex balance sheet competently; P&Ls are child's play. Go figure.
Kids: take note & smoke some dope if you like, and forget about the ignorant fear. Get it over with, or carry on, as you prefer. Hyped o-m-god paranoia is inversely proportional to … "authotity." See, it's about nothing but making sure you're set up with some authority to follow. Tell 'em to Fuck That! With attitude. Parents: get the fuck over it. They'll do what they want, and your only real hope is if they have some brains, anyway. And, how about you? What did you do to make sure they had some independent-minded smarts? Or, did you just count on them being sheep, making your life easy? Did you lead them every step of the way rather than show them the way of independence and autonomy? Did you fear that?
Anyway, 10 minutes to deadline, so here it is. It's not as good as the studio version on the Fly By Night Album, but it's not bad.
I can see
What you mean
It just takes me longer
And here's a bonus old favorite, La Villa Stranagioto, Alex Lifeson doing mind-blowing ghost bends, which as I've learned, is bending the string before the strike. Think about that.