Posted: March 6, 2007 By Maynard James Keenan
Now that I'm off for a bit, I'm able to participate in some of the fun activities here at the winery. We blind-tasted through all the '06 Syrahs--lots of chewy tannins this year. In the first flight, we tasted the free run and then in the second flight, we tasted the pressed wine.
Posted: February 28, 2007 By Maynard James Keenan
I'm finally back home for a moment, and finally over that pesky flu. For some very specific reasons, it's a flu that I will never forget. It followed me from Melbourne, Australia, all the way to Nagoya, Japan, with brief stops in Adelaide (about which I will go into great detail), Perth, Osaka, Tokyo and Kawasaki.
Posted: February 20, 2007 By Maynard James Keenan
As fate would have it, I picked up the flu on Big Day Out 2007. Every other person on the tour got hit with it. Myself, Peaches, our guitar techs Matt and Frank, Bobby, D.C. … The list goes on and on.
Posted: February 8, 2007 By Maynard James Keenan
I love it when those little chance moments occur. It makes you feel like you're paying attention to the right nuances. Not that I believe in any sort of master plan or that there's a right or wrong path.
Posted: January 31, 2007 By Maynard James Keenan
Over the holidays I had a chance to get cozy with my 2006 juice. Touring has kept me at a distance from it all this year. For 2004 and 2005, I was around enough to know the stuff inside and out. So on this last break, rather than turning my brain off to the sounds of 24 on a DVD box set while recovering from the road, I crawled around my barrels for a few days.
Posted: January 25, 2007 By Maynard James Keenan
In Giza: Tummy full of butterflies. I had to pinch myself. Damn, I love my job. All the years of stinky butt/feet van tours, all the inedible food, all the sweaty gropers, the liars, lawyers, vampires, barnacles and mocking birds … All the bad weather, the delusional stalkers and the legions of voices in their heads, the underpaid and underqualified airport security staff waving wands across my bare feet looking for WMDs, the jet lag, the ambulance chasers and depositions, the neverending parade/revolving door of deaf-but-grinning record company execs … All the Spinal Tap moments that used to be funny until they happened to us, all the tantrums by/interactions with the socially and emotionally challenged, all the "Oh my god!" hotel bar and minibar bills … All of these things (and too many more to list) have been worth it since ALL of these experiences, added up, have brought me here.
Posted: January 22, 2007 By Maynard James Keenan
And now for the shameless self-promotion portion of our program. As of Jan. 16, Eric Glomski (owner of Page Springs Cellars) and I (Caduceus Cellars/Merkin Vineyards) became the proud owners of the vineyard formerly known as Dos Cabezas (now to be called Arizona Vineyards) just south of Wilcox.
Posted: January 17, 2007 By Maynard James Keenan
The sun had already set when we flew into Athens. As I climbed out of the taxi and looked up the street from our hotel, there it was: the Parthenon. All lit up. Actually, it seemed to glow from the inside out.
Posted: January 9, 2007 By Maynard James Keenan
Paris: You either love it or you hate it. For years I fell into the latter category. My guess is that it's because I'm such a reactionary person. Years of condescending Parisians placing me in the same category as the thickheaded loud guy from Boise in the Bermuda shorts who orders a Coke with his crêpes.
Posted: January 5, 2007 By Maynard James Keenan
Lyon, France: Accept no substitute. The pastry shops alone are enough to make me want to retire here. If it's true that "you are what you eat," then I'm a crêpe. A great big petit four–, custard pie–, cream puff–, espresso mousse–stuffed crèpe.
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