A Perfect Union of Contrary Things by Maynard James Keenan & Maynard James Keenan

Author:Maynard James Keenan & Maynard James Keenan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: biography
Publisher: Backbeat Books
Published: 2016-10-27T16:00:00+00:00

Maynard had thought from time to time about forming another band, but he’d never taken the whim seriously. He’d watched C.A.D. dissolve as its members focused on the rush of popularity to the exclusion of details that might bring success: sensible spending and attractive flyers, commitment to creative advancement, and a shared vision of the band’s future. Like the L.A. groups he criticized, C.A.D. had toppled into oblivion under its own imbalance.

He remembered enough guitar chords to write at least a few new songs until he could find suitable bandmates. “When the challenge came to shit or get off the pot and show what I meant by ‘You suck!’ the Irish side of me was like, OK.” Maynard would recall. “I’ll show you how to do this better. Not forever. I’ll show you how it’s done so you can do it yourself.”

The madcap chaos of Green Jellö was a safe environment in which to explore his art, but with his own band, he could dig deeper into his frustrations and anger. The lyrics were ready to be written, lyrics that would address the discontent and resentment simmering just below the surface—and perhaps incorporate a bit of dark humor to spice things up and keep his listeners guessing.

On too many nights, Maynard lay alone in his bed while his menagerie settled into their nests. He watched the moon rise in the Hollywood sky and brooded over disappointments and hurts he should have laid to rest long before: the view from his mother’s VW of the Indian Lake house growing smaller in the distance; his wary walk, armed and cautious, down dark Grand Rapids streets; his grandmother’s scorn over his punk attire. Maybe she’d been right all along. Had he accepted the West Point invitation, he wouldn’t be scrambling at week’s end for change to buy crickets for the iguanas. An art degree might have meant by now a supervisory position at the studio, higher pay and regular hours.

The wrong turns had led to a dead end, a dissatisfaction and questioning of his every decision, the weighty sense of exile from the magic he’d believed in when he’d left Boston. As it was, he’d wasted nearly a year at the studio, marking time.

He’d ambled long enough. The time had come to sprint.

The frustration I felt at that time is definitely what got this project off the ground then. I’d had good friends in Boston and I’d been successful at the pet store and I believed I was on the right path. Then I lose everything and I’m living on $400 a month. I needed to destroy. I needed to primal scream and I needed to be loud enough to make people go, “What the fuck was that?!” I needed to get it out. It was that tipping point where you either become a serial killer or a rock star.

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