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