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FEEDBACK Released: June 29th, 2004



Liner Notes

Articles

Track Listing

Summertime Blues

Heart Full of Soul

For What It's Worth

The Seeker

Mr. Soul

Seven And Seven Is

Shapes Of Things

Crossroads

- Bass Guitar, Vocals- Guitars (electric, acoustic, mandola)- Drums and CymbalsProduced by David Leonard and RUSH at Phase One Studios, Toronto · March/April, 2004Recorded by David Leonard at Phase One Studios, Toronto · March/April, 2004Mixed and Engineered by David Leonard at Phase One Studios, Toronto · May 2004Phase One Pro Tools recording by Michael Jack, Assistant · Jeff MuirMastered by Stephen Marcussen, Marcussen Mastering, Hollywood.Management by Ray Danniels, SRO Management, TorontoExecutive Production by Anthem Entertainment · Liam Birt and Pegi CecconiFeedback Equipment Care and Feeding by Lorne Wheaton and Rick BrittonArt Direction, Illustration and Design · Hugh Syme / Photography · Andrew MacNaughtanThanks to everyone at Phase One Studios · Barry, Donny, Mike, and Jeffand 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 EntertainmentThe 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.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)[Eddie Cochran]Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss,Yes I'm a gonna raise a hollerAbout working all summerJust to try to earn a dollarWell I went to the boss manAnd tried to get a break...("He said, "No, dice, budYou gotta work late")Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna doCause there ain't no cure for the summertime bluesWell my mom and poppa told me"Son you gotta earn some money,If you want to use the carTo go ridin' next Sunday."Well I wouldn't go to workTold the boss I was sick...(They said, "Now you can't use the carCause you didn't work a lick")Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna doCause there ain't no cure for the summertime bluesI'm gonna take two weeksI'm gonna have a fine vacationGonna take my problemsTo the United NationsWell I went to my congressmanAnd he said, quote...("I'd love to help you, sonBut you're too young to vote")Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna doCause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues[The Yardbirds]Sick at heart and lonely,Deep in dark despairThinking one thought only-Where is she tell me whereAnd if she says to youShe don't love meJust give her my messageTell her of my pleaAnd I know if she had me back againWell I would never make her sadI've gotta heart full of soulShe's been gone such a long timeLonger than I can bearBut if she says she wants meTell her that I'll be thereAnd if she says to youShe don't love meJust give her my messageTell her of my plea.[Buffalo Springfield]There's something happening hereWhat it is ain't exactly clearThere's a man with a gun over thereTelling me I got to bewareI think it's time we stop, children, what's that soundEverybody look what's going downThere's battle lines being drawnNobody's right if everybody's wrongYoung people speaking their mindsGetting so much resistance from behindI think it's time we stop, hey, what's that soundEverybody look what's going downWhat a field-day for the heatA thousand people in the streetSinging songs and carrying signsMostly say, hooray for our sideIt's time we stop, hey, what's that soundEverybody look what's going downParanoia strikes deepInto your life it will creepIt starts when you're always afraidYou step out of line, the man come and take you awayWe better stop, hey, what's that soundEverybody look what's going downStop, hey, what's that soundEverybody look what's going downStop, now, what's that soundEverybody look what's going downStop, children, what's that soundEverybody look what's going down[The Who]I looked under chairsI looked under tablesI try to find the keyTo fifty million fablesThey call me the seekerI've been searchin' low and highI won't get to get what I'm afterTill the day I dieI asked Bobby DylanI asked the BeatlesI asked Timothy LearyBut he couldn't help me eitherThey call me the seekerI've been searchin' low and highI won't get to get what I'm afterTill the day I diePeople tend to hate meCause I never smileAs I ransack their homes they wanna shake my handFocusin' on nowhere, investigatin' milesI'm a seeker, I'm a really desperate manI won't get to get what I'm afterTill the day I dieI learned how to raise my voice in angerYeah but look at my face, ain't this a smileI'm happy when life's good, and when it's bad I cryI got values but I don't know how or whyI'm lookin' for meYou're lookin' for youWe're lookin' at each other and we don't know what to doThey call me the seekerI've been searchin' low and highI won't get to get what I'm afterTill the day I die[Buffalo Springfield]Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reasonFor the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the seasonWhy 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 onI was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letterI was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset herAny girl in the world could have easily known me betterShe said "you're strange, but don't change," and I let herIn a while, will the smile on my face turn to plaster?Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disasterFor the race of my head and my face is moving much fasterIs it strange I should change? I don't know, why don't you ask her?[Love]When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a manI'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jamIn my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream coneYou can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I goAnd I go "Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah."If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyesMy father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotizedThrough a crack of light I was unable to find my wayTrapped inside a night but I'm a day and I goAnd I go "Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah."When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a manI'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a canThrough a crack of light I was unable to find my wayTrapped inside a night but I'm a dayAnd I go "Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah."[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.[Robert Johnson]I went to the crossroads, fell down on my kneesI went to the crossroads, fell down on my kneesAsked the Lord above, have mercy now, save poor Bob if you pleaseStandin' at the crossroads, tried to flag a rideWhee-hee, I tried to flag a rideDidn't nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me byStandin' at the crossroads, risin' sun goin' downStandin' at the crossroads baby, the risin' sun goin' downI believe to my soul now, po' Bob is sinkin' downYou can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie BrownYou can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie BrownThat I got the crossroad blues this mornin', Lord, baby I'm sinkin' downI went to the crossroad, mama, I looked east and westI went to the crossroad, babe, I looked east and westLord, I didn't have no sweet woman, ooh well, babe, in my distress