“For the words of the profits were written
on the studio wall;
Concert hall echoes with the sound of
salesmen.”
It’s actually a rather ironic subversion of
Paul Simon’s words in “Sound of Silence”, but that is neither here nor there. Peart
once said, “The Spirit of Radio was actually written as a tribute to all that
was good about radio, celebrating my appreciation of magical moments I’d had
since childhood, of hearing ‘the right song at the right time.’ ” What
Peart didn’t say is that it’s a wistful tribute: it ends in his disappointment
with the ubiquity of commercialism.
I had a “Spirit of Radio” moment in church
the other night.
