A Perfect Circle demands focus, requires involvement, and controls an environment. How is it done? Well, if their presence wasn’t enough, their music takes care of that.
With a curtain and a chord, A Perfect Circle centered the crowd’s focus on sound. Their clever plays at elusiveness have a mind-opening effect. Cell-phones were prohibited causing the outside world to be forgotten. Pocket technology was gone, leaving a space for only our ears to inhabit, and with that, our souls. Does that sound intense? Good, because it was.
Sure, there were antics, such as the nun chuck-style dance via shake-weight by Maynard and James Iha’s salt monologue. Yes, the mineral or condiment. Yet, as frivolous as the speech was, the crowd ate it up. It may have been nonsense words or poetry past me, but the fans were hooked on each moment. We were mind-fucked; it’s as simple as that. The talents on the stage had us with their musicianship, and we had accepted our fate. When we weren’t swaying to the melodies or singing to the beloved vocals, we were standing awestruck at the perfected instrumentals and hypnotizing production screens.
Some may say the strict rules at an A Perfect Circle show can be inconvenient, but I urge you to experience what they offer. A Perfect Circle provides a relief from necks sore from phone watching and, instead, gives refuge under the power of notes. They remind us with each strum of the guitar, or impact of stick to drum, that you can feel isolated and part of a collective at the same time. They brought us together, without having us speak.
Thank you for being a photographer’s struggle. You made me pay attention, and it turns out it was exactly what I needed.
“The stage-presence of every single one of them was, just, so powerful, it filled the arena.”
–attendee and fan Isaiah Huerta