The scars remain tender. Never, ever healed, but only lightly scabbed over. Time does not heal all wounds, but only allows us to adapt, if we can, to a life that is forever altered. Some wounds are like physical disabilities that will never heal, but can only be compensated for, adapted to. Now when I think back to the dark years of the late ’90s, I feel far away in time, even unto building a new life and new memories, and my Ghost Rider persona seems ever more distant—unknowable.
I heard that before, recently...maybe someone here posted it, or something very similar. Didn't know it was Peart who wrote it, nor that he wrote a book regarding his experiences. I was a huge Rush fan in their early days (saw them live more than any other band), and of course a Zep fan
. Currently playing bass in a Zep tribute in NYC. Unrelated, I know, but just kinda wanted to say, "Hi, friend. Ya got good tast in music."