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After a rather scary slip on the underground escalator last night - thank god for the stranger behind me - and a sore and bloody elbow this morning, I woke to this tremendous gift from my lovely friend Alice. It’s not only the glorious deftones, but it looks like my beautiful and much missed Dylan got the gig with the band. Simple acts of kindness are great, right? Big love. #deftones #cats_of_instagram

After a rather scary slip on the underground escalator last night - thank god for the stranger behind me - and a sore and bloody elbow this morning, I woke to this tremendous gift from my lovely friend Alice. It’s not only the glorious deftones, but it looks like my beautiful and much missed Dylan got the gig with the band. Simple acts of kindness are great, right? Big love. #deftones #cats_of_instagram

Hello old friend. Good to talk about when you’re feeling shit, right? I sort of like depression as I know I can only go up , like touching the bottom of the pool and that fear and elation of breaking the surface again. My head hurts, but I imagine everyone’s head hurts sometimes. I’m here if you’re in the same swirling waters too. Kisses

Hello old friend. Good to talk about when you’re feeling shit, right? I sort of like depression as I know I can only go up , like touching the bottom of the pool and that fear and elation of breaking the surface again. My head hurts, but I imagine everyone’s head hurts sometimes. I’m here if you’re in the same swirling waters too. Kisses

Breaking in my beautiful new boots, it’s like getting your feet caught in a mantrap. Which I understand some people pay good money for. #walkamileinmyshoes #docmartins

Breaking in my beautiful new boots, it’s like getting your feet caught in a mantrap. Which I understand some people pay good money for. #walkamileinmyshoes #docmartins

I’d like to think I’d be out there with a cudgel and my bow when the day comes, but you’d probably find me hiding in the bushes with my face painted green when our zombie overlords come thundering over the hill. Not the fat, crawly ones though, I could have ‘em!

I’d like to think I’d be out there with a cudgel and my bow when the day comes, but you’d probably find me hiding in the bushes with my face painted green when our zombie overlords come thundering over the hill. Not the fat, crawly ones though, I could have ‘em!

Cardiff, I love you!

Cardiff, I love you!

Felt like I was losing my writing mojo, so wrote about a very good Sunday in LA, must write more just for its own sake. Then again, so should everyone. Contains the word ‘bollocks’, if you’re faint of heart.

https://www.philipwilding.com/post/the-best-uber-trip-ever-one-sunday-in-october

Felt like I was losing my writing mojo, so wrote about a very good Sunday in LA, must write more just for its own sake. Then again, so should everyone. Contains the word ‘bollocks’, if you’re faint of heart.

https://www.philipwilding.com/post/the-best-uber-trip-ever-one-sunday-in-october

A year ago I was asked to write about the end of Rush, which was the best and worst job ever. Instead, I wrote about going to Toronto to talk to them about Vapor Trails, and coming back to life as a band and people, to that final show in LA and the long goodbye. It was quite the arc and I was lucky to live it. We lost Neil, we lost Peg, but I’m so happy I still get to be friends with the other two still. I don’t care what you think about this collection (or my brilliant essay! - for the record, the box set hangs together really well, what a musical journey they had, unparalleled really, and the essay's not bad). But there was a moment where we talked about the Cleveland club show, two tracks featured here, both Al and Ged, separately, and they talked about Neil being the new kid, and being headliners and being that band and being young and vital and being alive. And I don’t care where you are in life, those moments are rare and golden, we all have those memories, but with less Neil, sadly. Also, read my essay, it’s art, sort of. Make art. Also, listen to Neil hit that snare. Ridiculous.

A year ago I was asked to write about the end of Rush, which was the best and worst job ever. Instead, I wrote about going to Toronto to talk to them about Vapor Trails, and coming back to life as a band and people, to that final show in LA and the long goodbye. It was quite the arc and I was lucky to live it. We lost Neil, we lost Peg, but I’m so happy I still get to be friends with the other two still. I don’t care what you think about this collection (or my brilliant essay! - for the record, the box set hangs together really well, what a musical journey they had, unparalleled really, and the essay's not bad). But there was a moment where we talked about the Cleveland club show, two tracks featured here, both Al and Ged, separately, and they talked about Neil being the new kid, and being headliners and being that band and being young and vital and being alive. And I don’t care where you are in life, those moments are rare and golden, we all have those memories, but with less Neil, sadly. Also, read my essay, it’s art, sort of. Make art. Also, listen to Neil hit that snare. Ridiculous.

Still here… one year later. Still not over P (that was unexpected, like the pain from a drunk driver on a blind corner breaking your hip is unexpected). Still in love with Ravioli (the cat, though the pasta has a lot to recommend it too). Still not over how quickly people can turn you over professionally (and how they’re still going to fucking get theirs). Still excited by the new opportunities that shithousery has afforded me though. Still buying black T-shirts with band logos on (because you’re always 15 somewhere). Still watching novel 3 float around in the ether (art is hard, but so is commerce). Still writing, though I’m not sure why or what. Still grateful, sometimes. Still the king of bad dating (I’ve turned bad dating into something of a sensei master trick, it’s a whole other level). Still got morning hair that goes all day. Still can’t sleep (I started writing this at 5.30 this morning). Still can’t believe the state of Welsh rugby. Still love some things that aren’t Ravi: hard rock, jazz, I mean music, don’t I? New books, old books, Moleskine notebooks, my fountain pen, coffee, wine (probably too much of the last two), rain, late night trains, the sky, running, Bill Evans at the piano, the way Franz Marc paints animals, the way the South Bank looks at sunset, pizza, a good burrito, my poor, long suffering friends. Still can’t believe you’re reading this. Still, Happy Birthday me…

Still here… one year later. Still not over P (that was unexpected, like the pain from a drunk driver on a blind corner breaking your hip is unexpected). Still in love with Ravioli (the cat, though the pasta has a lot to recommend it too). Still not over how quickly people can turn you over professionally (and how they’re still going to fucking get theirs). Still excited by the new opportunities that shithousery has afforded me though. Still buying black T-shirts with band logos on (because you’re always 15 somewhere). Still watching novel 3 float around in the ether (art is hard, but so is commerce). Still writing, though I’m not sure why or what. Still grateful, sometimes. Still the king of bad dating (I’ve turned bad dating into something of a sensei master trick, it’s a whole other level). Still got morning hair that goes all day. Still can’t sleep (I started writing this at 5.30 this morning). Still can’t believe the state of Welsh rugby. Still love some things that aren’t Ravi: hard rock, jazz, I mean music, don’t I? New books, old books, Moleskine notebooks, my fountain pen, coffee, wine (probably too much of the last two), rain, late night trains, the sky, running, Bill Evans at the piano, the way Franz Marc paints animals, the way the South Bank looks at sunset, pizza, a good burrito, my poor, long suffering friends. Still can’t believe you’re reading this. Still, Happy Birthday me…

What did libraries give us… Happy Taff Day to all my Welsh chums and those fortunate or unfortunate enough to have met us. Big Welsh love.

What did libraries give us… Happy Taff Day to all my Welsh chums and those fortunate or unfortunate enough to have met us. Big Welsh love.

Blood, guts and a toy monkey (don't call it a toy). A gory Tuesday night with @alexandermilas in the company of #TheMonkey

Blood, guts and a toy monkey (don't call it a toy). A gory Tuesday night with @alexandermilas in the company of #TheMonkey

Here's one I made earlier, fun chats, thanks to @rush as always.

Here's one I made earlier, fun chats, thanks to @rush as always.

Five years gone, that feels insane to me. Miss you, Neil, the light shone out of you. On a happier note, here’s one last memory of that glorious final show, me and @richsibbald taking a golf cart - don’t ask - to traverse the enormous car park and get a shot of the last sold out show signage. Later, you beating the merry hell out your kit for hours like it had insulted your mother. We will literally never see your like again. Ride hard, fella. Rest well. #rushband #neilpeart

Five years gone, that feels insane to me. Miss you, Neil, the light shone out of you. On a happier note, here’s one last memory of that glorious final show, me and @richsibbald taking a golf cart - don’t ask - to traverse the enormous car park and get a shot of the last sold out show signage. Later, you beating the merry hell out your kit for hours like it had insulted your mother. We will literally never see your like again. Ride hard, fella. Rest well. #rushband #neilpeart

Strange how your vices change as you get older. Getting these two packages delivered now is as exciting as when I was a much younger man and much more, ah, colourful stuff would come to my door. Change is good though, some might even say it's progress. And at least the walls don't start melting when I use either of these. #write #run

Strange how your vices change as you get older. Getting these two packages delivered now is as exciting as when I was a much younger man and much more, ah, colourful stuff would come to my door. Change is good though, some might even say it's progress. And at least the walls don't start melting when I use either of these. #write #run

I could talk about friendship and love, it’s that time of year, but mainly about watching the Yankees with my dear chum, Glee, as the Yankees kicked the Blue Jays up the ass (don’t mention the World Series, I know, fucking awful), but as we left the stadium, and everyone wanted to touch my Canadian chum (he always smells great, it’s understandable) they let us walk onto the pitch and then out through the bullpen with the Yankees! I must admit at that point - and I love Rush and Glee - I was high fiving Yankees players like we were old friends. I’m a disgrace. But what a moment. And what a book. Not sure any of you like baseball, but it’s like finding god when you get it. Though he still eludes me. It’s a wonderful thing. As is this book. Merry Christmas, G, love you. And as you once said to me, ‘fuck the Yankees’. So unkind. Merry Christmas.

I could talk about friendship and love, it’s that time of year, but mainly about watching the Yankees with my dear chum, Glee, as the Yankees kicked the Blue Jays up the ass (don’t mention the World Series, I know, fucking awful), but as we left the stadium, and everyone wanted to touch my Canadian chum (he always smells great, it’s understandable) they let us walk onto the pitch and then out through the bullpen with the Yankees! I must admit at that point - and I love Rush and Glee - I was high fiving Yankees players like we were old friends. I’m a disgrace. But what a moment. And what a book. Not sure any of you like baseball, but it’s like finding god when you get it. Though he still eludes me. It’s a wonderful thing. As is this book. Merry Christmas, G, love you. And as you once said to me, ‘fuck the Yankees’. So unkind. Merry Christmas.

One year or so since we rolled around the UK to talk @geddyimages My Effin’ Life - the perfect Christmas gift, people! - and what a edifying week that was; laughter, some tears, a significant amount of booze. Thanks if you came out, wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

One year or so since we rolled around the UK to talk @geddyimages My Effin’ Life - the perfect Christmas gift, people! - and what a edifying week that was; laughter, some tears, a significant amount of booze. Thanks if you came out, wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

Did my first DJ set in years courtesy of the wonderful @yacht_heart and @alexandermilas last night, got hugged for playing Jellyfish and bought a drink for playing the Doobie Brothers twice. And got a garland, which sets off my cold, dead eyes. I was very, very drunk at this point. Merry Christmas.

Did my first DJ set in years courtesy of the wonderful @yacht_heart and @alexandermilas last night, got hugged for playing Jellyfish and bought a drink for playing the Doobie Brothers twice. And got a garland, which sets off my cold, dead eyes. I was very, very drunk at this point. Merry Christmas.

What a remarkable weekend in Vilnius, walked miles, saw the glories of the city, drank my body weight in coffee and was forced to duet on Rod Stewart’s back catalogue in a late night bar. I blame my haircut. Thank you @rimanted for your hospitality and patience and sharing the place with a stony faced Welshman and not least for telling me to turn around…

What a remarkable weekend in Vilnius, walked miles, saw the glories of the city, drank my body weight in coffee and was forced to duet on Rod Stewart’s back catalogue in a late night bar. I blame my haircut. Thank you @rimanted for your hospitality and patience and sharing the place with a stony faced Welshman and not least for telling me to turn around…

Life = balance

Life = balance

Thanks to the @jaguars for the invite to another great London Series game (nice free scarf too!). Me and @sian24381 might have overdone it on the doughnuts and cookies, but it’s been a crap week, screw it. See you next year…

Thanks to the @jaguars for the invite to another great London Series game (nice free scarf too!). Me and @sian24381 might have overdone it on the doughnuts and cookies, but it’s been a crap week, screw it. See you next year…

I have hundreds of photos of P, but there was a small, brilliant window when she slept above my head. I was so sad when it stopped. Today has been shit, I love her.

I have hundreds of photos of P, but there was a small, brilliant window when she slept above my head. I was so sad when it stopped. Today has been shit, I love her.

Said goodbye to P today, my beautiful girl. She was so ill, and so suddenly that my stupid fucking brain thought it was a glitch, thought it would pass, thought we could beat it. But I’m an idiot, but even this idiot knew this morning was night. I love her, like I love Dylan (they were brother and sister in a way), both in the past but forever with me. I love you P, I hope I made you happy. It’s fucking empty here without you.

Said goodbye to P today, my beautiful girl. She was so ill, and so suddenly that my stupid fucking brain thought it was a glitch, thought it would pass, thought we could beat it. But I’m an idiot, but even this idiot knew this morning was night. I love her, like I love Dylan (they were brother and sister in a way), both in the past but forever with me. I love you P, I hope I made you happy. It’s fucking empty here without you.

Grand, if damp, day out for the first game of the @nfl London Series. Thanks for letting me in (again). Congrats @vikings, things got pretty tight there at the end. See you next week…

Grand, if damp, day out for the first game of the @nfl London Series. Thanks for letting me in (again). Congrats @vikings, things got pretty tight there at the end. See you next week…

I now approach Sunday evenings like a mid to long haul flight : how many films can I watch until I crash (not on a flight, I’m not a monster), suggestions always welcome. Unless you’re an idiot. And so many of you are as thick as mince. No offence. Like you can spell offence. Thank you. Seriously though, I’d love some films I might have missed

I now approach Sunday evenings like a mid to long haul flight : how many films can I watch until I crash (not on a flight, I’m not a monster), suggestions always welcome. Unless you’re an idiot. And so many of you are as thick as mince. No offence. Like you can spell offence. Thank you. Seriously though, I’d love some films I might have missed

Happy Birthday @geddyimages, here’s to many, many more. One of the original good guys. Big Welsh love x

Happy Birthday @geddyimages, here’s to many, many more. One of the original good guys. Big Welsh love x

I started off writing about Geddy’s book tour and ended up talking about the death of my beautiful cat Dylan. I’m not sure how either

https://www.philipwilding.com/post/two-canadians-a-welshman-and-a-black-cat-walk-into-a-bar

I started off writing about Geddy’s book tour and ended up talking about the death of my beautiful cat Dylan. I’m not sure how either

https://www.philipwilding.com/post/two-canadians-a-welshman-and-a-black-cat-walk-into-a-bar

Not shifted one iota. I’ll be happy once they’ve removed this invisible needle apparently embedded in my right eye…

Not shifted one iota. I’ll be happy once they’ve removed this invisible needle apparently embedded in my right eye…

Holiday’s over.

Holiday’s over.

Thank you Wales, head cleared, heart full, rained on numerous times. I’ll be back.

Thank you Wales, head cleared, heart full, rained on numerous times. I’ll be back.

Went on a walk along a VERY windy coastal path with a piece of art, like an idiot character in a silent film. I’m amazed I didn’t end up in the sea. Also, no one else was hiking in skinny jeans and docs. #trendsetter #idiot

Went on a walk along a VERY windy coastal path with a piece of art, like an idiot character in a silent film. I’m amazed I didn’t end up in the sea. Also, no one else was hiking in skinny jeans and docs. #trendsetter #idiot

I am in Wales, unlike the Tories. A beer and some books: bliss

I am in Wales, unlike the Tories. A beer and some books: bliss

What did libraries give us? @manics rattling Cardiff’s teeth last night. We even had torrential Welsh rain to see us off into the night. Thanks for the invite, what a glorious evening. I’m off to buy some Welsh cakes (we call them cakes), don’t tell my mother, she gets furious when they’re not the ones she makes. Wales, I love you.

What did libraries give us? @manics rattling Cardiff’s teeth last night. We even had torrential Welsh rain to see us off into the night. Thanks for the invite, what a glorious evening. I’m off to buy some Welsh cakes (we call them cakes), don’t tell my mother, she gets furious when they’re not the ones she makes. Wales, I love you.

It’s hard to quantify how much running means to me, and something I don’t think too much about until I can’t do it. Which has been the case for over three months after I tore my meniscus, which is about as much fun as it sounds. But been back at it this week, slow and steady, and I can already feel the shadows fade, less sadness, more endeavour. Running rocks, and so I bought these new tops from the good people @overmuchapparel to celebrate. As my dear friend and co-founder at the Heavy Metal Running Club @scottb71 always says; run happy. And listen to @officialmotorhead

It’s hard to quantify how much running means to me, and something I don’t think too much about until I can’t do it. Which has been the case for over three months after I tore my meniscus, which is about as much fun as it sounds. But been back at it this week, slow and steady, and I can already feel the shadows fade, less sadness, more endeavour. Running rocks, and so I bought these new tops from the good people @overmuchapparel to celebrate. As my dear friend and co-founder at the Heavy Metal Running Club @scottb71 always says; run happy. And listen to @officialmotorhead

To Milton Keynes! Not something I get to say very often…

To Milton Keynes! Not something I get to say very often…

Ravioli #cupcakes #catsofinstagram

Ravioli #cupcakes #catsofinstagram

Ravioli meets his namesake.

Ravioli meets his namesake.

Could not love this book more. It might help that the Yankees are kicking up dust this year, but, man, the power of the written word on sports and the diamond, delicious. Thanks @phillipjupitus5276

Could not love this book more. It might help that the Yankees are kicking up dust this year, but, man, the power of the written word on sports and the diamond, delicious. Thanks @phillipjupitus5276

Thank you Cardiff. You make my bones hurt with happiness. As does my age.

Thank you Cardiff. You make my bones hurt with happiness. As does my age.

One more go around the sun. Had an amazing weekend, thanks to @hotchilidog and now I feel old to my bones. Lost Dylan this year too, which I will never get over. Here are some random pics, not least my excellent hair and my incredible new suit, thanks @greshamblake Happy Birthday to me. Love and violence everyone x

One more go around the sun. Had an amazing weekend, thanks to @hotchilidog and now I feel old to my bones. Lost Dylan this year too, which I will never get over. Here are some random pics, not least my excellent hair and my incredible new suit, thanks @greshamblake Happy Birthday to me. Love and violence everyone x

It may be that I’m a Valley Boy and from a family of miners, but this story of the rise of the NHS and the force of nature that was Nye Bevan made my head spin, I was in tears by the end. @michael_sheen_official is clearly our new patron saint, along with the @manics (I once went on a film shoot with both Sheen and MSP in Swansea, that was almost too Welsh, almost), anyway, you don’t have to be a Taff to be moved by this. You just have to care about people and what happens when they and we need help. Thanks @nationaltheatre for the invite. I’ve played it forward by buying my mam tix for when it reaches the @thecentre_yganolfan nium in Cardiff in May. Do go if you can.

It may be that I’m a Valley Boy and from a family of miners, but this story of the rise of the NHS and the force of nature that was Nye Bevan made my head spin, I was in tears by the end. @michael_sheen_official is clearly our new patron saint, along with the @manics (I once went on a film shoot with both Sheen and MSP in Swansea, that was almost too Welsh, almost), anyway, you don’t have to be a Taff to be moved by this. You just have to care about people and what happens when they and we need help. Thanks @nationaltheatre for the invite. I’ve played it forward by buying my mam tix for when it reaches the @thecentre_yganolfan nium in Cardiff in May. Do go if you can.

Happy St. David’s Day. Big Welsh love to you all 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

Happy St. David’s Day. Big Welsh love to you all 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

I sent this to someone in South Africa in November 2022, it was returned to my house yesterday… where has it been, on tour?!! 2022!

I sent this to someone in South Africa in November 2022, it was returned to my house yesterday��… where has it been, on tour?!! 2022!

I go and sit in the garden every night and I talk to Dylan and I cry my eyes out. And I want to fight someone, and I want to break things, and sometimes I do, but usually I kneel down and I grab handfuls of the earth I buried him in and I rub it into my hands and face and try to find him in those places, in a song, his mew, and I gasp for air as my lungs are filled with grief. And I really, really want to die. I don’t believe in anything, but if I could lie down there with my boy then I would welcome the scatter of earth falling on my chest and face. His heavy head on mine, his disgruntled purr rattling through my skull one last time.

I go and sit in the garden every night and I talk to Dylan and I cry my eyes out. And I want to fight someone, and I want to break things, and sometimes I do, but usually I kneel down and I grab handfuls of the earth I buried him in and I rub it into my hands and face and try to find him in those places, in a song, his mew, and I gasp for air as my lungs are filled with grief. And I really, really want to die. I don’t believe in anything, but if I could lie down there with my boy then I would welcome the scatter of earth falling on my chest and face. His heavy head on mine, his disgruntled purr rattling through my skull one last time.

Early orange light in the canteen; coffee, toast, marmite, some eggs. Anyone who eats before midday is a monster.

Early orange light in the canteen; coffee, toast, marmite, some eggs. Anyone who eats before midday is a monster.

We spent a lot of time on the recent @geddyimages book tour (read his memoir, it made my contact lens pop out), talking about Neil with Ged and @thereallerxst and @megaphonepics, off stage and on. There was a moment that was strangely intimate on the Barbican stage when we talked about the email Neil sent detailing his illness to Ged and Al, and then another in, it might have been Sheffield, apologies if not, when he came up again and Ged and I teetered on the edge of tears and I reached out to touch Ged’s arm and completely forgot there were around 1200 people staring at this moment of sadness and remembrance, not a little devotion too. I think what I’m saying is that Neil’s hard to forget, and who’d want that anyway? What a presence; humility, warmth, quite the fucking drummer too. As I’ve said before, I only knew him a little while, but it was good to be near his light for a time and to remember him publicly and otherwise with some of my other favourite Canadians. The pic is the last soundcheck at the LA Forum, seems so long ago now, standing there in the half light watching them running through Losing It, of all things. Go well, Neil. Ride on, you’re much missed.

We spent a lot of time on the recent @geddyimages book tour (read his memoir, it made my contact lens pop out), talking about Neil with Ged and @thereallerxst and @megaphonepics, off stage and on. There was a moment that was strangely intimate on the Barbican stage when we talked about the email Neil sent detailing his illness to Ged and Al, and then another in, it might have been Sheffield, apologies if not, when he came up again and Ged and I teetered on the edge of tears and I reached out to touch Ged’s arm and completely forgot there were around 1200 people staring at this moment of sadness and remembrance, not a little devotion too. I think what I’m saying is that Neil’s hard to forget, and who’d want that anyway? What a presence; humility, warmth, quite the fucking drummer too. As I’ve said before, I only knew him a little while, but it was good to be near his light for a time and to remember him publicly and otherwise with some of my other favourite Canadians. The pic is the last soundcheck at the LA Forum, seems so long ago now, standing there in the half light watching them running through Losing It, of all things. Go well, Neil. Ride on, you’re much missed.

Lost my boy Dylan. Cried so much that everything hurts. He’s here next to me in the basket he hated, but I just wanted to spend one last night next to him, so I hope he’ll forgive me. He was my shadow, my dark heart, my love. You get older and there are certain things you know you’ll never get over and sitting on the floor of the emergency vet’s room with Dylan late tonight - and saying goodbye - is one of them. I love you Dylan, I hope I made you happy

Lost my boy Dylan. Cried so much that everything hurts. He’s here next to me in the basket he hated, but I just wanted to spend one last night next to him, so I hope he’ll forgive me. He was my shadow, my dark heart, my love. You get older and there are certain things you know you’ll never get over and sitting on the floor of the emergency vet’s room with Dylan late tonight - and saying goodbye - is one of them. I love you Dylan, I hope I made you happy

And we are done. Thank you @geddyimages, @thereallerxst, @megaphonepics, @therealbaddiel for a remarkable final night. I think the roar for Al’s entrance tonight was even louder than last night. As it should be. It’s been a remarkable week and I’ll bore you with that later, but let’s see what 2024 gives us. Thank you to everyone who turned up, even for the second half. I know you weren’t staying to see me. Kisses.

And we are done. Thank you @geddyimages, @thereallerxst, @megaphonepics, @therealbaddiel for a remarkable final night. I think the roar for Al’s entrance tonight was even louder than last night. As it should be. It’s been a remarkable week and I’ll bore you with that later, but let’s see what 2024 gives us. Thank you to everyone who turned up, even for the second half. I know you weren’t staying to see me. Kisses.

One for the ages: thank you Portsmouth and thank you @geddyimages and @thereallerxst, the roar of surprise and approval when Al ambled on literally reverberated through my chest. Thanks to @itsjothekendall for the pic. Onwards… #rush #myeffinlife #geddylee #alexlifeson

One for the ages: thank you Portsmouth and thank you @geddyimages and @thereallerxst, the roar of surprise and approval when Al ambled on literally reverberated through my chest. Thanks to @itsjothekendall for the pic. Onwards… #rush #myeffinlife #geddylee #alexlifeson

A moment’s grace in proceedings. Delighted to be home. Thinking about sun dappled mornings, the way the air changes in autumn and we let the the pieces of the past that are the gold and brown leaves that fall under our feet that we trample upon, and time drifts and we forget those leaves, and look towards spring, ever hopeful. Or you buy an air guitar and get busy in the kitchen to Limelight. Onwards…

A moment’s grace in proceedings. Delighted to be home. Thinking about sun dappled mornings, the way the air changes in autumn and we let the the pieces of the past that are the gold and brown leaves that fall under our feet that we trample upon, and time drifts and we forget those leaves, and look towards spring, ever hopeful. Or you buy an air guitar and get busy in the kitchen to Limelight. Onwards…

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