I had no idea A Perfect Circle was putting out something new, and while I've always been a Maynard James Keenan fan, I am not 100% sold on this song. I'll have to check out the rest of the album. It is interesting for sure. Now stop screwing around with APC Maynard, and get that Tool album finished.
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I had no idea A Perfect Circle was putting out something new, and while I've always been a Maynard James Keenan fan, I am not 100% sold on this song. I'll have to check out the rest of the album. It is interesting for sure. Now stop screwing around with APC Maynard, and get that Tool album finished.
it's an awesome album, but quite different. Less guitars. Don't expect another Mer de Noms.
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I have now listened to most of it, and quite like it. It almost sounds more like Puscifer than APC. Good stuff.
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But living an honest life - for that you need the truth. That's the other thing I learned that day, that the truth, however shocking or uncomfortable, leads to liberation and dignity. -Ricky Gervais
I'm trying to wrap my head around the lyrics. Maynard doesn't seem like the kind of guy to sing or care about pop-culture icons dying, so there must be a deeper message. I also haven't read Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.
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But living an honest life - for that you need the truth. That's the other thing I learned that day, that the truth, however shocking or uncomfortable, leads to liberation and dignity. -Ricky Gervais
I'm trying to wrap my head around the lyrics. Maynard doesn't seem like the kind of guy to sing or care about pop-culture icons dying, so there must be a deeper message. I also haven't read Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.
I think of it as kind of an APC version of "Aenema". "Eath the Elephant" is generally full of social criticism, and in Hitchhikers Guide, "so long, and thanks for all the fish" is what the dolphins say when they leave Earth right before it's destroyed. I think of it as "all those cool celebrities were wise to leave Earth before it all goes to hell". Very cynical.
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I really like ABBA. They make me happy. Which is sort of ironic, because I get the sense that they’re intense people. But maybe I’m just projecting that on to them because they have chosen to not reunite … ever … When Redd Kross went on our nine-year hiatus starting around ’97/’98, I was about 31 years old. That was a rough time in my life. Because the band had started when I was only 11 years old, by the time I was turning 30 I had been living the “Eye of The Tiger” rock ‘n’ roll dream for nearly two decades. I began to think it might be just a wee bit irresponsible to still be chasing career goals I had formulated before I had even hit puberty. I found myself enrolling in classes at various community colleges around town. Of course, they were mostly music-related classes (old habits die hard), but still all the same I was going through a bit of a metamorphosis and found it hard to listen to a lot of the tunes I had always depended on to get me through the tough times. There was a tape stuck in the cassette player of my little pickup truck. I could only bare to listen to talk radio most of the time, but when I was feeling really brave, the copy of ABBA Gold that couldn’t be pried out of my player had a miraculous power to lift my spirits. I had grown weary of all my Beatles and Stones records. I guess I sort of blamed them for getting me into the damn predicament in the first place, and for whatever reason I just trusted that Benny and Björn understood. It was true, ABBA seemed to know exactly how to soothe and nurse me back to my rocking self. From the sheer pop ecstasy of “Dancing Queen” to the agony of “The Winner Takes It All,” I had all the recreational listening I would need for the next two years on that little nice-price cassette. I eventually crawled my way out of my funk. But I’m not sure it would’ve been possible without the playful, dazzling and sometimes melodramatic coaxing of Anni-Frid, Benny, Björn and Agnetha—also known as ABBA!
