When I turn on the news each morning, I expect to get a little peek at the world around, including weather and maybe some local stories. But then there's the inane stories that creep into the fore to appeal to the lowest common denominator, such as which celebrities are in jail, drug rehab, or other poetically-probable bind.
What I was particularly amused to hear this morning in the wrap-up segment was the recently published list of Worst Lyricists by the crappy music magazine Blender. Number 1 on their list was Sting. Err, okay, whatever.
Number 2 on their list of worst lyricists was Neil Peart of Rush. Neil. Peart. Worst lyrics? Hah-HAH! His lyrics are apparently described by the magazine as "richly awful tapestries of fantasy and science." Wow!
I wish they'd post a list of Best Lyricists. I'm very, very interested to see that. Hmm. Maybe they do. I ought to find out.
I can honestly say I've never been prouder to be a fan of fantasy and science. Weave on them tapestries, Mr. Peart!