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FEEDBACK
Released: June 29th, 2004

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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



Articles
  • Billboard Spotlight on Rush - Billboard Magazine, May 2004
  • Rush: R30 and Beyond - An Interview with Alex Lifeson - Long McQuade Magazine, July 2004
  • Neil Peart: Progression Personified - Drum! Magazine, July 2004
  • Working, Man! - Bass Guitar Magazine, August 2004
  • Rush Hour: Celebrating 30 Years In The Biz - What's on Birmigham, September 2004
  • Rush of Lifeson - Fireworks Magazine, October 2004
  • Rush: The Masters of Prog Return! - Classic Rock Magazine, October 2004

  • 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