I know, I know: it took me until the year 2000 to listen to anything involving the master genius that is Maynard James Keenan.
A Perfect Circle’s debut album, Mer de Noms, was shoved into my hands by my friend Suze, who has the same incredible sense of music taste that I do, with similarly far-reaching genres in her repertoire. I immediately became obsessed with the album, and with this track in particular. I, like Maynard, was struggling with the notion of a higher deity that could allow suffering, could allow such misery to befall decent people, that people continued to worship.
I was simply angry.
Day 262: Judith – A Perfect Circle