I grew up a little too early to be part of “the internet generation”. The World Wide Web wasn’t readily accessible and, for a teenager discovering his taste in music, I didn’t have Spotify and YouTube. So an infamously secretive band like Tool were a mystery, especially so their enigmatic frontman.
So when word comes that a new alt rock band was bringing out music, and said band was fronted by none other than the aforementioned vocalist, this was HUGE. Thinking back, I don’t even know how musically isolated teens like us even knew A Perfect Circle was a thing.
But then the local pay TV music channel played the music video for ‘Judith’, and there he was: Maynard James Keenan – to this day the greatest vocalist I’ve ever heard, and until that very moment I don’t know if I even knew what he looked like.
He stood up, wandered to the microphone as Billy and Paz played either side, and then there was the voice I knew.
A Perfect Circle came to me right as my tastes began to expand from nu-metal. Alternative rock like this seemed a logical profession. And this was incredible alt rock. Powerful, moving, and beautiful.
I was 27 when I finally saw APC perform live and it felt like I’d been waiting for that moment for far longer than 12 years. Because, to this day, if I hear any track from Mer De Noms I’m transported back. I’m that awkward teenager again, who’s finding himself through music.
This is such a special band to me, and one I internally connect intrinsically to my first steps into the broader world of music. Even now, as I write, I’m listening to A Perfect Circle and it’s giving me goosebumps.