Desert Island Discs: Moving Pictures, Part 2

At a time when so much of our music is digital and an album cover is nothing more than a postage stamp-sized .jpeg, it's easy to forget how much the album cover and inner sleeve used to be crucial to experiencing the music itself. I've always loved the clean look of the album cover of Moving Pictures (see previous post): slick, glossy black, red lettering, and a lush cover photograph that manages to be both playful and artistic (note the three arches and the three columns, which echoes the composition of the band itself, a trio. And in case that interpretation sounds far-fetched to you, the photographer has pointed out as much about the shot). The photos of the band members on the inner sleeve are memorable as well: I used to spend hours listening to the album and reading every word of the liner notes and studying the pictures. The photographs by Hugh Syme seemed to capture in beautiful black and white images something of the precision, grace, and fluidity of the music.

Ah, the music. Just about every album I've ever purchased has had at least one or two good tracks; the best albums have maybe three or four with some other fine tracks besides. Each of the seven tracks of Moving Pictures has been, at one time or another, my favorite on the album. The opening synthesizer splash and tight bass and snare drum of the opening of "Tom Sawyer" gives way to some power chords on guitar that sum up the album as a whole: tight, powerful, and somehow both dark and optimistic at the same time. The track features the synthesizer as much as any cut on the album and, although it was released in 1981, it's amazing how non-dated it seems (compare that with any other use of synthesizer from the early 80s). The drumming throughout is astonishing and, surprisingly enough for those that only know Neil Peart by reputation, always tasteful and restrained (for more evidence, see "The Camera Eye"). But the drum fills coming out of the guitar solo ..., well, I still am floored by their authority.



"Red Barchetta," based on a futuristic story by Richard Foster, is a wonderful track. There's no better song to drive to. I especially love guitarist Alex Lifeson's use of natural harmonics. The ones that follow the line "has been his dearest dream" are absolutely perfect: they evoke the very dream mood that the lyrics describe.

Anyone who has played, or wanted to play, drums or bass guitar has to find "YYZ" enthralling (maybe now is the time to raise your hand if you are strong enough to avoid the temptation of playing air drums during this track!). From the tune's opening 10/8 time signature to the call and response of Geddy Lee's bass and Neil Peart's drums, this is a simply remarkable tune (for a somewhat technical description of the structure of the piece, click here). Alex's solo is absolutely perfect: vaguely Middle-Eastern sounding and incredibly fluid, there's no doubt he was listening to jazz guitar great Allan Holdsworth when the album was made: lots of left-hand hammer-ons and pull-offs and it is put together in such a graceful way that I think it really expanded the vocabulary of rock guitar.



I'll briefly mention one other tune, saving side two for another time. "Limelight" is one of the songs which, along with "Tom Sawyer" and "The Spirit of Radio" (from Permanent Waves) garnered the most radio airplay for Rush. The opening riff is simple, powerful and elegant. The guitar solo may be my favorite Alex Lifeson solo ever. It is a total change of gears from the rest of the song. It is open, introspective, and expressive and, with its final note fading into feedback (which is sustained through an entire chorus), perfectly gives voice to the lyric about Neil Peart's misgivings and ambivalence about the trappings of fame.



Speaking of lyrics, while I am the first to admit Neil Peart has had his ups and downs as a lyricist, there's never been any doubt that, at his best, he is more literate, articulate, and ambitious than virtually any other rock lyricist out there. For example, "Tom Sawyer"'s lyrics catch the vibe of the kind of libertarian individualism that was a frequent theme throughout much of the early work of the band. Many songs have been written about the "rigors" of the musician's lifestyle but absolutely none is so eloquent as "Limelight" in capturing the ambivalence it engenders. "The Camera Eye" is likewise pitch-perfect in evoking the energy and vitality of the cityscapes of Manhattan and London. I'm nothing if not discriminating when it comes to lyrics--I'm a literature professor after all!--and this album is a gem all the way through. My students know that I'm merciless with a red pen in hand and there's virtually nothing in this entire album that I could improve upon.

I'll have to say more about the other tracks--"Witch Hunt" and "Vital Signs"--in another post. For now, suffice it to say that I've listened to this album hundreds, perhaps thousands, of times. After twenty seven years, there's still no other rock album I'd rather listen to.