I know we're always arguing about which is the superiorest of the superior kick-ass Canadian rock troupes: Steppenwolf, Bachman-Turner Overdrive, or Rush? I don't have time to get into it again with you right now, but in the category of "vocalists," we can all agree that Geddy is the winner. Plus he plays bass at the very same time he's singing! Catch the mist, catch the myth/Catch the mystery, catch the drift, sonnn!
The Internets have revealed to me another piece of information about him that will serve me well when I got on Rock Jeopardy!: he's a huge baseball fan and donated 200 verrry valuable autographed baseballs to the Negro Leagues Museum in '08 (they call him a "Canadian punk rocker" in the article; El Oh El, super-clueless MLB.com!). Aww, I love a big-hearted Canadian.
So next time you raise your Tecate at the bar when "Tom Sawyer" comes on and it makes you feel all triumphant when you hear that synth come in, you can start sharing with your boys this bit about Geddy Lee and the Negro Leagues and they will no doubt think you're obnoxious but if there's a skinny music girl-nerd within earshot, she'll be super impressed.
Enjoy the greatest and most awful lyrical masterpiece disaster* of 1981 (I mean, Jesus, do you ever listen to the words? Bonkers), and the best song based on a Mark Twain novel EV-ERRRR, below. And where's my Tecate??
*The world is, the world is,
Love and life are deep,
Maybe as his eyes are wide.
Today's Tom Sawyer,
He gets high on you,
And the space he invades
He gets by on you.