Is Reading The New Rock′N′Roll?
“I’ve come down from Manchester. I’ve been into Rush for about forty years. I’ve no idea what I’ll say to him – I certainly won’t ask him when Rush will re-form.”
Paul Chapman
Saturday, June 8, 3pm
It’s a balmy Saturday afternoon in London’s Piccadilly, and the queue snaking out of the door of Waterstones bookshop goes around the corner, then disappears into an alleyway and doubles back on itself. It’s like a slowly moving tableau of the history of Rush; every album cover represented on worn cotton, spread across a series of bellies, some more pronounced than others.
Following this happy throng through the shop and down the stairs to the basement, I find a grinning Geddy Lee standing there, a marker pen in hand ready to sign literally hundreds of copies of his book, . Grown men walk through the door, see that the one-time Rush frontman is just a few feet away and gasp. One drops his iPhone, many nudge the person next to them and laugh almost hysterically. By the time they get to the signing table, Lee’s
