I'm shattered. :(
Neil Peart is only the second celebrity death to really affect me. The first one was Jim Henson.
I saw Rush in 1993 on the Counterparts tour in Rochester, NY. I went with a few buddies from college. They blew our ears out with an absolutely incredible show. They had a massive array of surround speakers hanging from the center of the venue that were there seemingly solely to eliminate any shred of hearing we had left with a piercing Aimee Mann singing three words, "Time Stand Still." It was awesome. I saw two inflatable rabbits have a gunfight. I heard incredibly technically complex and melodic music played flawlessly. And I saw three of the best musicians in the known universe, in their prime (which lasted for 40+ years), absolutely killing it.
When we left, I backed into a car in the parking garage that was also backing out. It broke my tail light. Neither of us cared, we just saw Rush! We didn't want to head back to the dorm yet. Too much energy! So much air drumming in the car! At the behest of my friend Doug's older brother, our group of engineering geek Rush fans ended up sitting awkwardly at a strip club.
It was a good night.
Thank you, Neil.