"If the first is the year of sorrow," Neil wrote. "The second is the year of emptiness." - Geddy Lee

Here we are in our finery, playing at the venerable Gasworks. Deep in the throes of glam, we’d change into our sequins and studs in a tiny dressing area situated beneath a restroom, which more than once leaked through the ceiling, forcing us to go onstage redolent of urine.

I love to write. It's my first love.

"I have a feeling" she said, "he's up to some monkey business." "What kind of monkey business Mom?" I asked. "You know," she said. "The main monkey business."