What a Rush

I’m a pretty good drummer. But I’ve got a long way to go before I can start breaking sticks with the likes of Neil Peart from Rush. That’s why I’m writing this blog — and not playing the drums in front of 25,000 cheering fans for the greatest progressive rock band of all time. At least I can still see them in concert, and so can every drummer wannabe, on October 2 at the Cruzan Amphitheatre in West Palm Beach, Florida.

When the last cymbal crashes, I’ll fire up the “Red Barchetta” and “Fly By Night” down to Solar Surfside for a Bluegreen vacation where I can always shine in the “Limelight.”