Opinion: Canada’s greatest export

Jake Crissman

Jake Crissman

Jake Crissman is sophomore English major and columnist for the Daily Kent Stater. Contact him at [email protected].

In my entire life, I have loved only three things: everyone, facial hair and music. So naturally, my love for music was on overload Sunday when I saw Rush in concert.

Rush is seriously one of the greatest bands of all time. No one comes close to them when it comes to musicianship. Bassist Geddy Lee, guitarist Alex Lifeson and drummer Neil Peart are the greatest at what they do. They are the power trio. They have their own unique sound, to the point that if you hear them on the radio, you know that it’s Rush no matter what song it is, even if you haven’t heard that song before.

Rush has never really been received well by music critics. It’s because they’re jealous. They know that if the general population got wind of the awesomeness that is Rush, then it’s all over. A new standard would be set, making their jobs that much harder to do (like being a critic is a hard job to begin with). They disregard this Canadian group by thinking, “How could anything good come out of Canada?” So instead, they just turn them into the joke of rock and roll.

Rush is the most popular cult band, with a legion of diehard fans that have stood their ground and taken much abuse, since as early as 1974, from countless douchebags that don’t know good music.

But back to the show: I awoke Sunday afternoon still dressed like Hunter S. Thompson, lying on the floor of my friend’s house. I think I only got about two and a half hours of sleep, but that was no matter; I was feeling fine. In a mere matter of hours, I was sitting in Quicken Loans Arena with my father and brother waiting in great anticipation for the guys to take the stage.

The crowd was more diverse than I thought it would be. I assumed it would be mostly just a bunch of middle-aged men — of which there were a lot — but there were quite a bit of women, father-son duos and families with very young children present as well.

There was a fair share of sketchy characters that only seemed to get sketchier as they got drunk. I’m talking about the 50- or 60-something-year-old men that looked like they’ve probably done crystal meth before and more than likely had a blade on them.

But finally, the lights went down, and the video screen began to play the short intro video. At the end of it, all goes black again, and then the opening notes to “Subdivisions” fill the stadium, and the epic lightshow kicks in, and your eyes well up from the overwhelming greatness that you’re witnessing. And then you have to go to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

They continued to play three hours of jaw-dropping, air drum-inducing, face-melting music. They are a band that has only gotten better with age, and there is no doubt that they are at the top of their game. That concert was nothing short of amazing, astonishing and stupefying. It was my first Rush show, but it definitely won’t be my last.