Searching your eyes for the saint is an act of futility. They just yearn to make songs as weird or as different as they possibly can. Through live performance, I began to understand the mechanics behind his emotions. It's no easy mission, Holding on to how I pictured you. And although they sound incredibly accurate to their recorded works, the viewing of their concert is almost necessary. However the most fantastic occurrence on Stone and Echo is the encore, or should I say lack of one.
. Maynard James Keenan is rarely seen by the crowd. Keenan says good evening to the crowd and the concert proceeds. Having never witnessed an A Perfect Circle Concert before, the little-to-no crowd interaction stuck me as uncanny. Moving in and out of the shadows.
I might as well just listen to the record, right? The camera never fully captures his face, but he can be spotted by the long-haired wig he has chosen to wear at this particular concert. The remixed version is certainly much heavier and more experimental, and while I do prefer the original, I can appreciate their love for a challenge. Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace, I'm still searching, searching. There are no interviews and the name of each song played is not displayed on the bottom of the screen. Rode the Piper by and down the river.
The uninvolved crowd has no choice but to sit there and take it all in. Carcass crippled underneath, The pounding waves of adoration. Pied Piper float on down the river. It seems as if, like an actor, he has to pull himself into character to truly feel the songs the band shares with the audience. Searching your eyes for humility. It's no easier mission, Holding on to how I picture you.
While the band members stay in their general vicinity, hardly moving throughout the show, Keenan stands on a platform obscured behind the band. Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace of it. But, to understand their sound, you need to fully experience their performance. Sometimes you need to see a piece of artwork in person to truly appreciate and understand it. Moving in and out of the shadows.
The textured five-piece band is all about the music, and their audio quality really is terrific. Showing only bits and pieces, Till the tide betrays you, And your empty elocution. It is just a straightforward performance. Showing only bits and pieces, Till the light betrays you, And your empty elocution. Bloated carcass crippled me, The weight of adoration.
Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace of humility. . . . .
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