Like the L. He remembered enough guitar chords to write at least a few new songs until he could find suitable bandmates.
Not forever. 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. An art degree might have meant by now a supervisory position at the studio, higher pay and regular hours. I needed to destroy. It was that tipping point where you either become a serial killer or a rock star.
Meeting the challenge would not be a chore, but a joy, he discovered. The familiar sense of accomplishment returned as he tuned his guitar and worked out a tentative smattering of melodies and lyrics. Writing in tandem with Tom as he worked to establish his own new band energized and motivated them both. We were just having fun.
Adding musicians to his lineup would add levels and dimensions to the music, Maynard knew. He understood the interplay of guitar, bass, and percussion, the gestalt a solo act could never yield, and he began to look at musicians who passed through the loft and the clubs with a more discerning eye. But Maynard had remained resistant. Unless his new bandmates shared his hunger to succeed, he knew the group would stay together for no more than one or two loft parties.
But Adam was persistent, and Maynard began to take his interest seriously. Any reservation I had about working with specific people was irrelevant. I had an idea and I was going to see it through.
When we first had dinner, three years ago in London, music rarely came into the conversation. We talked about the similarities between vineyards in Arizona and Mendoza, which share a similar altitude and latitude. We talked about his idea of putting a skin- contact Vermentino in cans.
The waiter turned out to be a fan and managed an impressive display of professionalism, remaining just about impassive until Maynard was out of the room. His wine and music are both public products invested with private meaning. Doug Ducey had issued a stay-at-home order, but it didn't have a blanket restriction across the state. The mandates for shutting down bars, as the tasting rooms were licensed, were only triggered when a county had a confirmed case. For a few days in March, Yavapai County had no confirmed cases, leaving the decision to open with Keenan.
For one weekend, he stayed open for bottle sales only. But then decided that still drew too large a crowd. The tasting rooms in the Verde Valley region of Arizona reliably draw a crowd of Phoenicians on weekends.
Keenan's relatively small Caduceus tasting room also fills up with fans of his music, something the musician has understood, but always found curious. Looking back at it, Keenan said his decision to close his tasting rooms throughout March was chiefly concerned about keeping his employees safe.
He wasn't necessarily motivated by his own likely bout with COVID as it hadn't quite sunk in that he had had it. He just knew that, if there was a side to be picked, he was on the side of science. That the disease could be controlled if people stayed apart, wore masks and washed their hands.
But, he said, more online research showed him antibody tests weren't very reliable. A study by the Infectious Diseases Society of America released in August gave guidance on specific circumstances of how antibody tests should be used. Diagnosing a months-ago illness wasn't one of them. A doctor who worked on the study, Angela Caliendo, of Brown University, told the New York Times that people who were sick months or even weeks ago "probably shouldn't bother" with an antibody test.
And Keenan seemed to have the tell-tale sign of losing his sense of taste and smell. Keenan said he kept thinking the pain would go away. Meanwhile, he kept working at his winery and tending to the vines, both in the Verde Valley and in Willcox.
Keenan said that doctor diagnosed rheumatoid arthritis. If he did have COVID, the doctor speculated, his body's response to it was to overstimulate his immune system, especially after he resumed martial arts training so quickly. The doctor gave him a powerful antimetabolite. The drug stopped the pain, but also served to puff Keenan's body up a bit.
The drug worked by suppressing Keenan's immune system. He was still taking the drug in late November when his daughter had a fever that lasted about a day. When Keenan came down with it, he figured it would come and go just like it had the last time. It didn't. The staff was explaining the situation to him. Keenan said he responded in two-word bursts between coughing fits.
They told him his oxygen levels were borderline. They would admit him if there was an available bed. But, there was not and there were a dozen people ahead of him.
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