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Canadian rock royalty Geddy Lee shares a Rush of insight in BԪַMy EffinBԪַ LifeBԪַ

REVIEW: Autobiography from singer and bassist from one of CanadaBԪַs biggest bands an effinBԪַ good read
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Geddy LeeBԪַs memoir, BԪַMy EffinBԪַ Life,BԪַ is an engrossing tale of a BԪַclassic underachieverBԪַ who became a Rock & Roll Hall of Fame vocalist, bassist, and keyboard player. ItBԪַs a great read for anyone interested in the brilliant prog-rock trio or the music scene from the 1970s onward. (File photo by The Associated Press)

Geddy Lee is a rock star, thatBԪַs undeniable. But heBԪַs also a polite Canadian to the core. So itBԪַs fitting that the Rush icon picked a not-too-bawdy title for his memoir.

BԪַMy EffinBԪַ LifeBԪַ is an engrossing tale of a BԪַclassic underachieverBԪַ who became a Rock & Roll Hall of Fame vocalist, bassist, and keyboard player. ItBԪַs a great read for anyone interested in the brilliant prog-rock trio or the music scene from the 1970s onward.

LeeBԪַs writing is a lot like his bandBԪַs songs BԪַ deep, gloriously nerdy, sometimes wandering and wonderfully thoughtful. ItBԪַs a 400-page narrative from a perfectionist who calls himself BԪַMr. Bossypants.BԪַ

BԪַItBԪַs a compulsion to exhaust every possibility to make the perfect record,BԪַ he writes. BԪַI donBԪַt want to have to live with errors. Impossible, I know, but whatBԪַs the effinBԪַ point of not shooting for the moon?BԪַ

The book is enlivened by photos of scrawled lyric sheets, studio doodles and private emails as Lee traces the rise of a band who faced a pre-MTV landscape, a lack of coast-to-coast progressive radio network or sympathetic critics. One reviewer said he sounded like BԪַa guinea pig with an amphetamine habit.BԪַ

Readers will go chronologically as Rush BԪַ including guitarist Alex Lifeson and drummer and lyricist Neil Peart BԪַ go from sleeping on luggage in the back of a rented station wagon to five-star hotels. Along the way there are dubious sartorial choices like kimonos and lots of cocaine.

The band BԪַ considered the patron saints of brainy, technical, ambitious rock BԪַ leans on all kinds of sources, from the sci-fi of Robert. A Heinlein and J.R.R. Tolkien, to Ayn Rand, Rod Serling and Jean-Paul Sartre.

There are hard-won tips for musicians, like never believing any producer who says BԪַDonBԪַt worry, lads. ItBԪַll all be fixed in the mix.BԪַ Lee also advises bands to demand final approval on everything, offer soundchecks and take your wallet onstage. One tip seems universal: BԪַDo NOT drop psychedelics before an interview.BԪַ

ItBԪַs a treat to see Lee geek out on audio equipment BԪַ like BԪַthe JP-8 with its trendy arpeggiator fed by an 808 drum boxBԪַ BԪַ and later wine. Sipping a glass of 1978 Musigny he writes may be the most rewarding experience heBԪַs had.

A private treasure is seeing the photo BԪַ snapped by a friend BԪַ that captured the moment Lee and his future wife Nancy first locked lips. BԪַHow many folks can boast a relationship of 50-plus years and still have a photo of their very first kiss?BԪַ he writes.

Lee throws shade at musician Billy Preston and producer Steve Lillywhite but also turns his critical eye on himself BԪַ his neuroses and poor husbanding BԪַ and his band, writing that with the album BԪַVapor Trails,BԪַ they BԪַdisappeared up our own asses.BԪַ

One thing to beware of is LeeBԪַs modesty, like the time he casually mentions that he became BԪַbesottedBԪַ by baseball. In actuality, he has a massive collection of baseball memorabilia, including balls signed by the Beatles and Shoeless Joe Jackson.

Lee BԪַ born Gershon Eliezer Weinrib BԪַ was a BԪַshy, long-haired, brooding characterBԪַ who grew up in Toronto, born to parents who survived the Holocaust. This is not something he tosses off BԪַ it causes echoes throughout his life.

Chapter 3 BԪַ Lee says you can skip it, but you mustnBԪַt BԪַ is a meticulously examination of the horrific paths his parents took into hell, a 40-page indictment of Nazi evil that starts in Poland and ends with his mom rescued at Bergen-Belsen and dad from Dachau. LeeBԪַs laser-focus on details is put to astounding use here.

He suspects his earliest vocal style may have been rooted in his childhood BԪַlistening to the stories of what my parents had endured in the camps, suffering all the bullying and alienation, so that when I did begin to sing it did come rushing out as a screaming banshee.BԪַ

This is a memoir where tragedy seems always around the corner, especially later when bandmate Peart is tortured by loss. The memoir even ends with a scene in a Toronto cemetery where Lee introduces his grandson, Finnian, to the boyBԪַs great-great grandfather BԪַ in the ground.

It may be hard in parts but always worth it. ItBԪַs an effinBԪַ good read.

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