There is our quasi-official Canadian culture—Avril, Mercer, Cherry, Boyden, fill in the blank—and then there is the oft-derided subterranean world of Canadian cultural exports whose successes have been stratospheric by comparison. At the top of that list stands Rush, the recently retired power-trio from Willowdale, Ontario, who sold 40-million records, outlasted every other virtuoso prog band by decades, and demonstrated that rock gods could also be soft-spoken, funny, entirely decent guys. This week Canadians voted to name three baby capybaras after them. "Which one is me?" asked Geddy Lee. That's easy. The one with the Rickenbacker.