Primus frontman Les Claypool told a sad fishing story about Rush frontman Geddy Lee the foreword for the new Rush book entitled Rush: Wandering the Face of the Earth: The Official Touring History. You can read the foreword thanks to the Rush tribute site Cygnus-x1.net below. Rush member makes ‘kidney disease’ revelation.
Claypool stated: “Who wants to go sturgeon fishing tomorrow?” I announced to the room. Ler LaLonde and I had been fixing up an old twenty-four-foot Sea Ray, and being that we had a day off between gigs, we were planning on hitting the bay. It was a little over a decade after that first Rush concert, and my band Primus was in the beginning of a tour supporting those three fellows from Toronto.”
He continued: “It was amazing to be playing nightly with Geddy, Alex, and Neil; even more so, it was surreal that we had, in a relatively short amount of time, become friends with guys who had been superheroes to us in our high school days. “I’ll go,” said Geddy. Had he seen the 1976 Sea Ray prior to showing up at the launch ramp, he may not have been quite as enthusiastic, but there she was the next day in all her glory with El Bastardo splayed across her stern in raised wooden letters. Ler and I had put in fresh indoor-outdoor carpet, enclosed her in green Sunbrella canvas, and repowered her with a new 351 crate motor, so it was much to our surprise when we heard a loud noise come from the engine compartment while motoring at full cruise across the bay. We’d thrown a fan belt, leaving us powerless halfway between the Berkeley Marina and the channel markers of San Quentin. I dropped anchor just off the northwest side of Red Rock, a small island in the south shadow of the Richmond–San Rafael Bridge. How many Rush-ites would crawl over broken glass in their underwear to take Geddy Lee out fishing in the middle of San Pablo Bay? I’ve often thought, Well, Ler and I did it and got stranded to boot.” Rush singer Geddy Lee recently announced a huge movie.
Claypool concluded by saying: “Geddy was a good sport about the whole thing, actually videotaping me as I radioed the Coast Guard for the help that would never come. We killed the hours by catching a slew of small leopard sharks, but as the sun sank lower on the horizon, Geddy was beginning to get a bit twitchy. Here he was with a couple of Rush-geek musicians in their early twenties that he’d just met a few days earlier, stuck in the middle of San Pablo Bay in the winter with no one responding to our radioed pleas for assistance. Eventually, a fellow fisherman took pity and towed us, to the opposite shore, just in time for Geddy to hop in a cab and get to the dinner engagement in San Francisco that he had been nervously reminding us of.”