“I Think I’m Going Bald” from 1975’s Caress of Steel
Don’t judge a book by its cover, and don’t judge this one by its title. The apparent silliness of “Baldness” here is simply a metaphor for the symptom of a greater tragedy: age. Growing old and its effects on us both physically and on our dreams.
Seems like only yesterday
We would sit and talk of dreams all night
Dreams of youth
And simple truths
Now we`re so involved
So involved with life1
No longer young and idealistic, caught up in the day-to-day necessities of living, it is too easily to lose track of the simple joys of planning the life we want to live and the things we want to do.
Cling tight to the child within us. Sure, most times he just wants to stay up late, watch horror movies on TV and eat ice cream all night, but sometimes, sometimes, he is actually trying to tell you what you need to hear, and not forget about.
Reality is fine, but don’t forget to dream. For the artist, this is vitally important. Without the dream, there is no art. Without the child, there is no dream.
1Rush. “I Think I’m Going Bald.” By Neil Peart. Fly By Night. Mercury Records, 1975. CD.