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Album: FEEDBACK
Released: June 2004
Highest Billboard Chart Position: 19
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LINER NOTES
Geddy Lee - Bass Guitar, Vocals
Alex Lifeson - Guitars (electric, acoustic, mandola)
Neil Peart - Drums and Cymbals
Produced by David Leonard and RUSH at Phase One Studios, Toronto · March/April, 2004
Recorded by David Leonard at Phase One Studios, Toronto · March/April, 2004
Mixed and Engineered by David Leonard at Phase One Studios, Toronto · May 2004
Phase One Pro Tools recording by Michael Jack, Assistant · Jeff Muir
Mastered by Stephen Marcussen, Marcussen Mastering, Hollywood.
Management by Ray Danniels, SRO Management, Toronto
Executive Production by Anthem Entertainment · Liam Birt and Pegi Cecconi
Feedback Equipment Care and Feeding by Lorne Wheaton and Rick Britton
Art Direction, Illustration and Design · Hugh Syme / Photography · Andrew MacNaughtan
Thanks to everyone at Phase One Studios · Barry, Donny, Mike, and Jeff
and everyone at SRO · Ray Danniels, Pegi Cecconi, Shelia Posner, Shelley Nott, Anna LeCoche,
Cynthia Barry, Rayanne Lepieszo, Any Curran, Bob Farmer, and Randy Rolfe.
As always, we thank our families for their patience, support, tolerance, and love.
Extra Special Thanks to Jason Sniderman, for planting the seed, research, and endless encouragement.
For technical help & contributions, our thanks to Saved By Technology · Jim Burgess & Ted Onyszczak;
DW Drum, Sabian Cymbals, & Promark drumsticks.
© 2004 Atlantic Records © 2004 Anthem Entertainment
The room in suburban Toronto was dimly lit with bead lights, lava lamps, and candles. Patterned rugs, guitars, amplifiers, and drums were scattered about the floor. The guitarist, bass player, and drummer locked into a fast blues jam, a relaxed acoustic number, a traditional rock anthemAs the music spiraled out, the air filled with the sounds of feedback, backwards guitar, electric twelve-string, and electric sitar. The lava lamps vibrated on the straining amplifiers. Everything was ... very ... beautiful ...
It was April of 2004, but Geddy, Alex, and I were channeling back to 1966 and 1967, when we were thirteen- and fourteen -year-old beginners. We thought it would be a fitting symbol to commemorate our thirty years together if we returned to our roots and paid tribute to those we had learned from and were inspired by. We thought we might record some of the songs we used to listen to, the ones we painstakingly learned the chords, notes, and drum parts for, and even played in our earliest bands.
Ironically, I first many of these songs as "cover tunes," played by the local bands around St. Catharines, Ontario, in the mid-sixties. The Who and the Yardbirds were both introduced to me that way. A couple of years later, my own first band, called Momblin' Sumpthin' (from a "L'il Abner" comic, I shall forever have to explain), played Cream's "Crossroads" and the Blue Cheer version of "Summertime Blues."
At the same time, across the lake in the suburbs of Toronto, Alex played "For What it's Worth" in his first band, The Projection, and later, with Geddy, they also played "Mr. Soul," "Shapes of Things," and "Crossroads," in early versions of Rush, and other bands with names like Dusty Coconuts, Waterlogged Gorilla Fingers, the Wild Woodpecker Revue, and the Aquiline Dimension of the Mind (depending on the day).
The other tracks on this collection are songs we liked from the era that we thought we could "cover" effectively (meaning not too many backing vocals), and have some fun with. The music celebrates a good time in our lives, and we had a good time celebrating it.
Neil Peart
Track Listing (click on any track for the lyrics)
1. Summertime Blues [Eddie Cochran] (3:52)
2. Heart Full of Soul [The Yardbirds] (2:52)
3. For What It's Worth [Buffalo Springfield] (3:30)
4. The Seeker [The Who] (3:27)
5. Mr. Soul [Buffalo Springfield] (3:51)
6. Seven And Seven Is [Love] (2:53)
7. Shapes Of Things [The Yardbirds] (3:16)
8. Crossroads [Robert Johnson] (3:27)
Summertime Blues [Eddie Cochran]
Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss,
Yes I'm a gonna raise a holler
About working all summer
Just to try to earn a dollar
Well I went to the boss man
And tried to get a break...
("He said, "No, dice, bud
You gotta work late")
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Well my mom and poppa told me
"Son you gotta earn some money,
If you want to use the car
To go ridin’ next Sunday."
Well I wouldn't go to work
Told the boss I was sick...
(They said, "Now you can't use the car
Cause you didn't work a lick")
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
I’m gonna take two weeks
I’m gonna have a fine vacation
Gonna take my problems
To the United Nations
Well I went to my congressman
And he said, quote...
("I'd love to help you, son
But you're too young to vote")
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Heart Full of Soul [The Yardbirds]
Sick at heart and lonely,
Deep in dark despair
Thinking one thought only-
Where is she tell me where
And if she says to you
She don't love me
Just give her my message
Tell her of my plea
And I know if she had me back again
Well I would never make her sad
I've gotta heart full of soul
She's been gone such a long time
Longer than I can bear
But if she says she wants me
Tell her that I'll be there
And if she says to you
She don't love me
Just give her my message
Tell her of my plea.
For What It's Worth [Buffalo Springfield]
There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
There's battle lines being drawn
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side
It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away
We better stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, now, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
The Seeker [The Who]
I looked under chairs
I looked under tables
I try to find the key
To fifty million fables
They call me the seeker
I've been searchin' low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
I asked Bobby Dylan
I asked the Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary
But he couldn't help me either
They call me the seeker
I've been searchin' low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
People tend to hate me
Cause I never smile
As I ransack their homes they wanna shake my hand
Focusin' on nowhere, investigatin' miles
I'm a seeker, I'm a really desperate man
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
I learned how to raise my voice in anger
Yeah but look at my face, ain't this a smile
I'm happy when life's good, and when it's bad I cry
I got values but I don't know how or why
I'm lookin' for me
You're lookin' for you
We're lookin' at each other and we don't know what to do
They call me the seeker
I've been searchin' low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
Mr. Soul [Buffalo Springfield]
Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season
Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin'
I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on
I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter
I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her
Any girl in the world could have easily known me better
She said "you're strange, but don't change," and I let her
In a while, will the smile on my face turn to plaster?
Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disaster
For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster
Is it strange I should change? I don't know, why don't you ask her?
Seven And Seven Is [Love]
When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go
And I go "Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah."
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
And I go "Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah."
When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a can
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day
And I go "Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah."
Shapes Of Things [The Yardbirds]
Shapes of things before my eyes,
Just teach me to despise.
Will time make men more wise?
Here within my lonely frame,
My eyes just hurt my brain.
But will it seem the same?
Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, may be a soldier.
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today?
Now the trees are almost green.
But will they still be seen?
When time and tide have been.
Fall into your passing hands.
Please don't destroy these lands.
Don't make them desert sands.
Soon I hope that I will find,
Thoughts deep within my mind.
That won't disgrace my kind.
Crossroads [Robert Johnson]
I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above, have mercy now, save poor Bob if you please
Standin' at the crossroads, tried to flag a ride
Whee-hee, I tried to flag a ride
Didn't nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by
Standin' at the crossroads, risin' sun goin' down
Standin' at the crossroads baby, the risin' sun goin' down
I believe to my soul now, po' Bob is sinkin' down
You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown
You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown
That I got the crossroad blues this mornin', Lord, baby I'm sinkin' down
I went to the crossroad, mama, I looked east and west
I went to the crossroad, babe, I looked east and west
Lord, I didn't have no sweet woman, ooh well, babe, in my distress
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