Just the Beatles and the Rolling Stones have sold a larger number of collections than Rush. Consider that for a minute. On the off chance that I were compose that sentence in the mid-1970s, when Rush was simply starting to take off, even they wouldn’t trust it could be genuine one day. It appears to be implausible that three folks from Toronto would compose such powerful music but then remain minimized by the music business for so long. Until they were accepted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2013, they were (as I get a kick out of the chance to call them) the most prevalent disliked band around.
Like a great many different fans, the music of Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, and Neil Peart has turned into the sonic scene of my recollections.