Neil Peart’s dragon-tailed paradiddles and Alex Lifeson’s helix solos make the koanic hokum of Peart’s lyrics …
A paradiddle is a snare drum fundamental: Left-right-left-left, right-left-right-right. Peart may or may not use it in some of his drum fills, but you really have no way of knowing unless you watch him in slow motion.
Koanic? Wait — is Neil writing paradoxical questions here to free his mind for meditation? What?
Helix? Is Alex spiraling upward as he plays? I can’t picture him figure skating.
I’m reminded of Robin Williams reviewing wine: “Absurd, yet flaccid.”
Or Peter Griffin: “I find this meatloaf shallow and pedantic.”
Or Inigo Montoya: