Showing posts with label Billy Corgan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Billy Corgan. Show all posts

Monday, October 24, 2016

Porcelina Of The Vast Oceans


One cold night –perhaps on November of 1995–, I watched an amazing show on MTV

There was this band of four or five guys (I don't remember if there was a keyboardist) touring an album named Mellon Collie & The Infinite Sadness. Supposedly the album had been released a month ago, or so. 

The show started with a long song.

Amongst hypnotic changes of lights and beautiful images of the oceans reflected behind the members of the band, the cymbals and the guitar sounded slowly... as if their purpose was to wake up the audience from a warm dream. 

The atmosphere was so blue and calm. 

The song didn't sound like anything I had heard before. 



The music was soft and enveloping.

After a few cycles, the cymbals stopped and the guitar and the drums sounded like a fierce roar. Then, again, while a bold guy with a Stratocaster sang the verse and the chorus of the song, the music returned to the softness of the beginning.

The lyrics seemed so poetic and elaborate. It seemed to me that the writer of the song was not a common guy, that he or she didn't read silly literature. 

I hadn't heard of Smashing Pumpkins before, though I watched MTV almost everyday.  


The bold singer, at the center of the stage, with a black and white Stratocaster on his shoulders, was difficult to ignore.

He dressed a black shirt with the legend "Zero" in silver capital letters on his chest and he also wore silver brilliant trousers. He sang with passion and his voice sounded violent and guttural sometimes and sweet and melodic other times. He also kinda sang out of tune. He looked like a mad astronaut. I thought he was the brain of the band. 

Billy Corgan was a rockstar and a poet. 

The drummer, behind the singer, played with intensity. He made the snares and cymbals sounded so coordinated, changing from jazz to heavy rock n' roll beats. I thought of him as the soul of the band. 

On the right side of the stage, there was a thin asiatic-like guy. He seemed so shy, and out of place. He seemed an introverted man trying to be extroverted, but he was completely focused in being the lead guitarist of the band. 

The bassist player, at the left of the stage, was a blonde woman. She had pale skin. Her face was covered of something that looked like powder coating, and she was scary and attractive at the same time. Somehow, she looked sad or indifferent to the fans. 

Nevertheless, she tried to smile each time she had to whisper parts of the chorus of certain songs, and never stopped accompanying the chords and beats of the songs with her Fender Precision Bass

Though I didn't know they had a romance, I thought of James Iha and D'Arcy Wretsky as the heart of the band. 

via GIPHY

I was a teenager of almost 15 years old.
Music was everything for me.
The band impressed me so much. 

After three songs or so –maybe the show was edited by MTV– the Smashing Pumpkins played an acoustic set. 

The sweet-furious formula of the previous songs, changed a lot. 
Even Chamberlin used a smaller drum set than the one he used in the first part of the show. 

The members of the band took their places in a small surface of the stage. I think they even sat on small chairs. I didn't know the name of any of the songs they played, but I liked them, too. 

I also found 
the lyrics sort of poetic. 
I vaguely remember that these acoustic songs talked about love and anguish. 



(A few months later –when my brother and myself started to buy Smashing Pumpkins' albums– I would know that they had played Disarm1979 and In The Arms of Sleep on this acoustic set.) 

After the third commercial pause of MTV, the band played another heavy new songs from Mellon Collie & The Infinite Sadness and some other older songs like Today, and I kinda recognized it. I had watched the video of the song. The members of the band were mirthfully painting an ice-cream wagon and they looked so silly and dumb in the video. 

I guess they appeared so dumb that I just did not pay attention to their music. 

While I watched the show on MTV, suddenly I felt I was a moron because I was so bigoted and I didn't know such an amazing band existed.


A couple of weeks later, as a Christmas gift, my father gave us money.
My brother and myself found Mellon Collie & The Infinite Sadness in a supermarket and we bought it in compact disc format. We really enjoyed it. We heard it everyday. We recorded it on a cassette and we listened it on a walkman on our way to school or while we traveled across the city on the backseat of the red Jetta, as our dad drove to a boring place and our mom and our little brother were so impressed by the lights and by the Christmas ornaments hanging on the tall buildings in the streets. 

I listened that album for almost one year, day after day.
I even memorized all the lyrics. I even filled a notebook with Corgan-like poems.
Now, I hardly remember the lyrics. I lost that notebook as I lost my memory. 

Mellon Collie was released on October 24, 1995. 
                                                      


Tuesday, January 28, 2014

I Wish I Could Eat Your Cancer When You Turn Black

I lost my mind, when I met you. All I wanted was to scream, and say "Is she really your sister?" 
Your brother played the drums and we wanted to make a band. I played the guitar. He liked Nirvana as much as I did, even though he didn't understand the lyrics 'cause he didn't speak english. We loved so much garage punk.

We started playing Aneurysm, and I yelled terribly. I was ashamed. Then we played Sliver and Sappy, and I just tried to whisper the lyrics. It was our first rehearsal. Despite my voice, the songs didn't sound bad at all. We even didn't have a name. The bass guitarist suggested "Chaos In Highschool", or something like that. He was your boyfriend, or I thought so. Maybe your brother told me so, to keep me away from you. Nevertheless, you looked at him all the time. I was kinda jealous. 


You were there, listening. Just you. Sometimes our gazes crossed thru the room. Maybe you laughed. I kinda wanted to tell you how much I liked you, for the very first moment I saw you. You were beautiful and your hair was painted in purple and pink sparkles. You dressed like a Babes In Toyland member.

"Are you really left-handed?", you asked me in a brief pause. Your boyfriend had gone to the bathroom. As we were drinking alcohol from the beginning of the rehearsal, at that point I was kinda drunk. 


"Oh, yes... I am really left-handed... Do you know that Kurt Cobain and Jimi Hendrix, were straight-handed? Do you know that Billy Corgan is left-handed even though he plays a straight-handed guitar?", I told you, desperately. 

I had an awful left-handed Ibañez guitar. It was pale blue. 

Your boyfriend came back, and we started to play Heart-shaped Box. He decided to sing, and he was amazing. You stared at him, with devotion.

I never returned to practise. I was afraid of getting in the middle of a fight for you, because it was obvious that I would fell in love with you, sooner or later.  Also, I was a bad guitarist and I never could compete with your boyfriend. 

I was an idiot. 


Heart-shaped Box

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Nevermind (What Was It Anyway)?






Sometimes I do think -and feel- that I do have a fantastic life And I would say, well, yes, it's just too fantastic that I am able to write about it  Even when writing it's really sacred to me And even when I use this blog to spit some words in a non-seriously way It's just that I love writing and I do understand where and when I'm gonna write seriously and not just for having fun like I do almost all the time 
2 weeks ago I was weak and sad  Because I believed on someone untrustable  For several months  But now I'm getting used to happiness Somehow it's funny  'Cause somewhere in time I read in the newspaper: 'Oh!!! Sagitarius Don't you get used to sadness You are able to get happy situations  It's up to you!!!' And, well, it was a sign  Like those signs refered by Billy Corgan inside the songs of Gish...  I guess...  Mmmmh... I'm kidding, of course
I disagree with philosophy But YEaH!!! Whatever, Nietszche wrote in someway or another: 'Signs are prefered by those wich are so uncertain about their lifes, that they need some kind of orientation'   What was all about signs? Oh, of course...
Everyday since she changed, I used to wake up at 6 a.m.   abruptly   from a terrific dream  and asked myself with painful beats of my heart: 'Are you slept now? Have you just awake? Are you goin' to school?  Are you taking a shower?'  And the point was that my thoughts were meaningless  With no direction at all  As Fiona Apple's song points out:
'What a wasted unconditional love!!!!
... On someone who doesn't believe in the stars'
I was numb and powerless from january to may  What an asshole!!!  I wrote her several letters  I was extremely sincere and patient  I really loved her  Even though she didn't fix me at all  I even liked the fact that she was just like she was  Completely opposite to me  

Like Kurt Cobain sang:
'Opposites attract'

She's not used to read a single book, for example  Not even for a year!!!  She loves to dance and to drink that kind of drinks I hate so much  -not related to kloster or guiness or jw and so on- And I'm afraid she was also too simple for me  But well you can't decide about it   You are just what you are and it doesn't matter when you feel attracted to someone  Love it's not a thing that you pick up  It's just like a ding dong knocking at your door  -whenever that door it's located-
And for several days I was like a zombie...  
But one friday I saw and I felt and I smelled and I had a crush  And I opened my eyes, unexpectedly!!! 
An unknown gorgeous lady emerged from nowhere  With diabolic kittie green eyes Enigmatic as The Sweet Hereafter  Young as the tales of Holloway Horns... The way it has happened The words that have been spelled out The facts that have been working out  The sensation of her lips so warm and soft  Like a burning-freezing touch...
It's awesome!!!  And I'm scared of feeling so happy  But I stopped making questions and I'm able to freely let it flow  Happiness it's, well, strange to me  But the best fit!!!