This one hit hard. Spent more than a couple hours over the weekend just reading heartfelt social media tributes and glowing articles from standard media outlets, and exchanging text messages with friends/family (dad) about the man, myth, legend of Neil Peart. Emotional at times. While I greatly appreciated Peart's talent as a percussionist, I absolutely adored his work as a lyricist. Purely brilliant poetry -- insightful, smart, touching, thought-provoking, mature, compelling -- each line so carefully crafted. It doesn't get any better, IMO. BTW- When it comes to thinking about what other rock drummers are in the ballpark of Peart, I never really think of guys like Moon or Bonham. To me, they're like including Mustang and Camaro on a list of the world's greatest performance cars. I tend to think of the more virtuoso prog rock guys that were Peart's contemporaries like Bruford, Bozzio, Palmer, even Alan White, and some of the prog metal guys that came after him like Portnoy, Jarzombek, Mangini, and Zonder.