I missed the Rush concert this weekend.
Rush is by far my favorite band. My first cat was named Geddy after the singer, Geddy Lee. Back in California I had a personalized license plate that read, “RRUSHH.” I’ve been to many Rush shows, mostly back in the Hold Your Fire and Presto days. Rush took a long break from recording new music and touring at some point back in the late 90′s, and I haven’t liked much of their new stuff since then, but I know they still put on a great show, and I’d love to see them again. The past couple of tours, I’ve had logistical difficulties, but this year I could have gone.
But there was one problem. For Adam and I to attend would have cost over $500.
Now, that’s not really much more than what I paid back in the late 80′s in Los Angeles, if you take inflation into account. And back then, I had a lot less money to throw around. But going to Rush concerts was one of my top values, and I bought good seats from ticket agencies whenever I could manage it.
But now, I’d rather spend that money on a new vanity for the powder room. Does that make me a pathetic old fart? If so, I guess that’s what I am.
I still do enjoy listening to Rush, though. A few days ago, La Villa Strangiato came up in the rotation while Sammy and I were driving around town. She had never heard it before, and she asked me, MOMMY, IS THAT DARTH VADAR MUSIC?
I’ll exchange a concert for that, any day.