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Happy Birthday, Maynard James Keenan

Happy Birthday, Maynard.

Usually on this date, I post something vapid and/or sarcastic about my Imaginary Best Friend Victoria Beckham‘s birthday. (Happy 38th, Love!) Don’t touch that cake, ya hear me? (Eyeroll…)

Instead, I thought I’d give Maynard James Keenan some birthday love, as he turned 48 today.  I’m sure you all know Maynard is the genius front-man for TOOL and A Perfect Circle.  I’ve seen APC twice; the first time was when they opened for Nine Inch Nails, the second time at Lollapalooza.

I decided to post my favorite APC song and accompanying video, “3 Libras”, only to now feel completely and utterly  depressed.  See?  Maynard did his job–and did it perfectly.


This song has been up for debate regarding its interpretation for years.

“3 Libras”

threw you the obvious and you flew
with it on your back, a name in your recollection,
thrown down among a million same.
difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i’ve looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
you don’t see me.but i threw you the obvious
just to see if there’s more behind the eyes
of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
but i see through it all
and see you.
so i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
oh well. apparently nothing.
you don’t see me.
you don’t see me at all.

via: Songfacts.com

In the liner notes to the single, Keenan said:

“Up until the mid twentieth century the mountain gorilla was considered a myth. Oddly enough, a legend not unlike Bigfoot or the Loch Ness monster. The chance of actually seeing/experiencing this elusive shadow was as likely as finding one’s soul mate. Rare. Precious.

Even once discovered they seemed unapproachable. The only way to get close to this magnificent creature was to become empathetic. Abandon all pretense and preconceptions. To bare an open throat. To collapse into the arms of vulnerability. All but extinct, these beings/moments are threatened by the black hearted. The cold and oblivious. The empty eyed profit seekers that overlook these Rare. Precious.”

Maynard was also quoted later about this song as simply, “being overlooked“, which is how I always felt about the lyrics.  Watching the video, with the sad boy/grown man in what seems to be a womb of sorts resonates with me.  Is it simply about rejection as a child and how that emotional abandonment affects one for the rest of their lives?  Is it imagery of a drug-induced euphoria of being back “in the womb” and trying to escape from life? Both? Neither?

What do you feel when you listen and watch “3 Libras”?  I’d really like to know.