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JULY 1996 ISSUE 34 E D ITORIAL Have you ever had one of 23rd, but I understand there 23 Garden Close, those days, when nothing has maybe some problems with the gone right and everything has release, more on that in the Chinbrook Road, gone wrong? Well the last two next issue (if it doesn't make Grove Park, weeks have felt like that. What release). I've heard a copy of with final rehearsals for The it, and to be honest with you London, Jack Secret Show gigs, and I'm pleasantly surprised, it SE129TG. work. kicks. Natural Science has to be heard to be believed. England. I've been pulling my hair out trying to get this issue finished. A tour is set to start in October Editor Mick Burnett - Including may I say trying to on the East Coast ofthe States. mick@yyz.com; get you an exclusive of the I've had no confirmed dates as Co-Editor Stewart tracklist for Test/or Echo. Well of yet. Next issue we will have Gilray - understandably it's been hard a list of the dates. I will be stewart@yyz.com; because the fact that we are heading over for the first 2 or 3 Typist Janet Balmer currently just under two shows if anyone would like to Printers C.J.L. months from release (August tag along then either drop me a Contributors Andy Piercy 27th). The thing is the next line at the editorial address or - andy@yyz.com; Steve issue of Spirit will be out the to my Email address (in the Adams; Neil Elliott - week the album comes out, so panel on the right). neil@yyz.com; Janet no exclusive review this time. Balmer; Dave Milcoff - Anyway to cut a long story On the centre pages you will dave@yyz.com; SRO/ short, I managed to get a find a map and some last Anthem. tracklist from a slightly dubi . minute detials about the con ous source at Atlantic Records vention. There are still plenty in NYC. You will find the list of tickets left, so if you're still on page 19. There are 10 titles not sure about coming, then all listed, there is either 1 or 2 I can say it's bound to be a missing. Also these titles have good day, with some surprises, NOT been confirmed*, let's nuff said. See you there or in just hope that they're legit. issue 35. The tribute album, Working Man: A Show a/Bands, is still heading for release on July Stewart - 5p'm 18th June. 2 By Neil Peart Taken from "Cycle Canada", April 1996 Far beyond the end of the rainbow, on his way north of 60, Neil Peart finds splendour in the mud. Or perhaps not... Neil Peart is the drummer and lyricist for the rock combo Rush, and a long-distance touring rider with a penchant for dumb ideas. Somewhere along the greasy Mackenzie Highway leading to Yellowknife, Neil Peart, (above right) considers blowing his brains out. Fortunately, his finger was unloaded. Otherwise, Neil wouldn't have lived to tell us of his rainbow-blessedjourney north, which included a climb on the Columbia Icefield (below right). It was a dumb idea io begin with, and I blame myself. Brutus and I were planning a two week motorcycle tour of Western Canada, and I mentioned that it might be fun to go farther north. Far enough, perhaps, to see the midnight sun. We scanned the map and checked distances. There weren't many choices; in the far north, roads are few and inhabited destinations limited. A tempting little line high on the map, the Dempster Highway, reaches all ofthe way to Inuvik. And the Arctic Circle. But no, not this time. Same for Alaska or the Yukon-we could never make it there and back in two weeks. 3 Some fool suggested Yellowknife, and we started cipher and down to where a tiny tractor plowed up a long cloud ing. The return journey, with a few scenic tangents, would of dust trailing in the still air. be about 13,000 km; allowing for a day in Yellowknife, this would mean averaging more than 900 km a day, one In this prairie province, the Qu' Appelle Valley is, for lack day after another. Factor in uncertain weather, mountains, of much else, a significant geological feature. The winding, some long and remote stretches of unpaved road in British grassy trails of a ski hill have even been carved into the Columbia and the Northwest Territories, various police valley wall. Yet, on the whole, the Saskatchewan land forces interfering with our idea of a proper pace and scape doesn't seem flat exactly, but more rumpled and mechanical difficulties, and it looked a little daunting. rippled-a wide green duvet. As Brutus and I sped over the At the same moment we looked up from the map and vast grid of empty roads, the fields of wheat and canola nodded solemnly to each other. Yes, we would go north of were bright from the early summer rains. My helmet filled 60 to catch some midnight rays. with the perfume oflilacs as we passed the isolated farm houses. In Melville, a line offreight cars waited by the towering grain elevators-a classic prairie scene. Over a tall HERE'S MUD IN YOUR EYE glass oflemonade outside the Waverley Hotel, Brutus and I discussed how our gas mileage seemed to be radically diminished by these "prairie autobahns." Some quirk of the Thus we set off on a long, hard journey, on our sport atmosphere, no doubt. touring BMWs-great for the paved roads, but not for the other part of the route: A Thousand Miles of Dirt. And worse: heavy rain in the Northwest Territories would tum WESTWARD HO a construction zone into a quagmire, and send us and our Thunderstorms whipped the streets of Regina that night bikes sprawling in the mud. It was then, as I lay in the and kept us awake to watch the lightning play. By dawn muck smeared in greasy clay and looked at my fallen the prairie sky was clear, and the streets washed clean. We motorcycle, that I knew for sure. headed out of town on to the Trans-Canada-until Brutus It was a dumb idea to begin with. And I blamed Brutus. ran out of gas, a hundred metres short of Chubby's gas station. It turned out his gas tank hadn't been seated properly when the relay was replaced, and now there were GOING NOWHERE, REALLY FAST three fulllitres out of reach ofthefuel pickup. This would be corrected at the BMW dealer in Calgary, where we also collected some needed supplies-more foam ear plugs, a As a general rule, we favour two-lane roads (with the odd radar detector for Brutus, a screw for my sunglasses and a passing lane), the choicest scenery (with a nice hotel and a good Japanese dinner with flasks of hot sake. good wine list nearby) and creative routing (meandering around the countryside for hundreds of kilometres, but still After breakfast at Lake Louise (still one of the most getting to the hotel by cocktail time). Our official motto: beautiful places I've been) we headed north on the "Takingforeverlto go nowhere/really fast." Columbia Icefields Parkway. This was territory new to both of us, so we'd planned this day to allow time for This plan we put into effect. On the move with the rising scenic overlooks, hikes away from the road to view sun, usually by 6 a.m., we made rapid progress while the waterfalls or the turquoise waters of Lake Peyto framed roads were quiet and the world was still waking. Breakfast among the snow-painted mountains. Time was set aside would come later at a small-town diner. In the first days for photos and videos, wildlife viewing (black bear, white we rounded Lake Huron and then the North Shore of tailed and mule deer, moose, wild bighorn sheep, ravens, Lake Superior, with its landscape of glacier-scoured rocks magpies), and a climb up the Athabasca Glacier (breath and windswept pines so beloved by Canadian landscape taking, in both senses). painters. The Columbia lcefields Parkway demanded time for Beyond Thunder Bay, a hot prairie wind replaced the cool hiking and wildlife spotting. An angry-looking bison (top lake breeze, and in Manitoba the forest drew back like a left opposite) at the side of the Liard Highway caused a curtain. The wide green prairie opened on every side and moment's pause while heading toward the Northwest the world seemed like a disk, with 360 degrees of horizon. Territories. Before the rain and mud there was dust, A quick stop at the BMW dealer in Winnipeg corrected a torrents ofdust, on the long trail north across permafrost leaky gasket and a faulty electrical relay, and we continued and muskeg. west with fresh oil and filters. Jasper is a pleasant town catering to outdoors lovers, and In Saskatchewan, a scenic loop through the Qu' Appelle from there we turned west, leaving at dawn. Mist hung on River Valley lured us off the Trans-Canada. On a sudden the lakes and mountains, and a herd of mule deer, heavy_ ridge, we stopped and looked out over the deep canyon, antlered stags, rested in the dew-soaked grass. Through across to the ancient corrugated walls of the other side, 4 the Yellowhead Pass, we rode below Mount Robson either for safety in numbers, or because once they caught (highest peak in the Rockies), and on into the northern up with each other, none of them could pass (having the British Columbia interior.