Traveling Music: The Soundtrack to My Life and Times (utgåvan 2013)

I found this and another Peart memoir in a used book store and snapped them up because I really like his writing. Interesting format, this...Peart says "Since childhood, music has had the power to carry me away, and this is a song about some of the places it has carried me." Interwoven with the songs he loaded into his CD changer on a solo road trip in 2003 from California to Big Bend National Park in Texas (and back), this is part playlist, part memoir. He talks about the songs he chose, sharing the history of the music and his history with them. And he talks about other extraneous experiences, musical and non...cycling in Africa, motorcycling between gigs in America.

There is a lot here that speaks to me...when young, he wanted something exciting to talk about at the family dinner table, and "I guess I spent the rest of my life making sure I always had something to talk about [...]" and a later observation that ties to that:How could anyone ever be bored in this world, when there was so much to be interested in, to learn, to contemplate? It seemed to me that knowledge was actually fun, in the sense of being entertaining...So true! How could anyone ever be bored? (I cringe when I hear that word...and fell sorry for the lack of imagination that allows it to be said.)

Apart from one specific ... act...he has interesting and eclectic tastes in music, and I liked reading about how he came to enjoy Sinatra, Gene Krupa, the Beach Boys, Dusty Springfield, and more. How he held little appreciation for groups like the Rolling Stones who only pretended to be rebels because they conceded to changing their lyrics on the Ed Sullivan Show where The Doors, who were true rebels, refused to change their line in "Light My Fire" about the girl getting "much higher" (and were subsequently banned.) How he saw Woody Herman in a backwoods restaurant gig in the decline of his life, having to play those gigs because of IRS troubles. How he got rid of all of his vinyl LPs, holding onto maybe 100 of his treasures (I did the same, losing my 100 or so treasures to a fire in 2013...)

Reading how he hears Sinatra on Watertown is something I sadly can never seem to get (but I appreciate any insight to help me try):Sinatra's subtle, sincere expression of that character's life carried all the emotional subtext Jake Holmes had woven into the lyrics so skillfully, reinforced by Bob Gaudio, Charles Callelo, and Joe Scott. For this listener, Watertown had more than stood the test of time, it had grown stronger, and remained not only a personal classic (the whole album perfect for in-helmet singing on a long bicycle or motorcycle ride), but also a great American work of art.Okay, now I have to go find it and listen to it! I most likely won't have the same reaction, but who knows? Same as with both Moby Grape and The Grateful Dead's eponymous debut albums: I've never listened to Moby Grape and could never get into The Dead, but now I'm going to give them a shot. Same as with Dusty Springfield's Dusty in Memphis...Peart piqued my curiosity.

He likes The Macallan...bonus points for that. He also ...and it hurts to type this...likes..I can't say it...{cringe} ...Coldplay. Major points subtracted for that.

Something to ponder (on Jann Wenner on George Martin - the Beatles Martin - commenting on Brian Wilson...Wenner in the negative, Martin, the opposite):Everyone's personal opinion is worth the same, in religion, music, and politics, but some expert opinions are definitely more informed, more reflective, and more valuable.I would say, probably on informed, possibly on reflective, but highly debatable on valuable. And on his reviews of his own performance, he asks himself What would I think of this if it wasn't me? I keep seeing five-star rating "reviews" from authors on their own books and wonder if they've ever asked themselves that question!

So many well turned phrases pepper the text, one in particular I'll share. When talking about Pasty Cline's Heartaches collection album and a wandering soul slave to a sound of an "outward bound"And what a sound that is, too, the distant blare of a train's horn dopplering away in the night, and it echoing right back to my own childhood and all the way forward.So, I have music to explore, and another book to read in a little while. I'll thank Mr. Peart for the tacit recommendations. ( )

Wow! What a journey, both in Neil's life and the one he weaves on each page for us to enjoy. What can you say about Neil that hasn't been? He is one of the world most celebrated drummers, has maintained a brilliant career in Rush for over 30 years, and now as we all know by his published books that he is a tremendous writer as well (not that we didn't know that by his lyric writing in Rush). The story he weaves in Traveling music is riveting, I had a hard time putting it down on lunch hours and breaks at work. The narrative weaves in and out of a current trip set to Neil's current musical tastes, back to childhood, A few years spent in London, and other trips he has taken to Africa and countless through America. The book speeds along at the pace Peart drives in the stories, always moving forward fast, and easy going. If you are a fan of Rush or Neil's previous works it's a must read. If you just enjoy books about music or travel also a must read. Highly recommended.

Recommended to me by Nobel laureate Finn Kydland during a Pittsburgh Penguins hockey game we shared in 2008. Finn's wife is a Rush fan and has slowly been converting him, though his preferences fall with SRV and other Texas blues artists. It's a tough decision, but I'd have to fall on the side of Rush myself and this book - by Rush's drummer and lyricist - is an indication why. ( )