Met Billy Corgan the day he blew up the Bartman baseball. It was outside Harry Carey’s place. I know he has a rep for being a cunt. But he was awesome. Was there with a bunch of college classmates. He talked and took pics with us. When his handler kept telling him to go and that “they are waiting for you inside” he kept saying “they be there when we get there”. Was a surprisingly awesome meeting.
At the ufc in Houston I went to go get drinks. Walked into my wife’s tits and fell over and landed square on the dudes head below me. Like my stomach landed on his head and I folded him in half. I wasn’t even drunk (yet). I felt like king asshole. Luckily, I bought him a beer and then it turned we were in wrong seats so we had to move and I didn’t have to look him in the eye again.
SD is an emotional album. The prog rock style of soft to super heavy & back again. It’s like an opera. When Billy’s voice was still emotional, whisper soft to screaming heavy. And much of the lyrics are open to your own interpretation to where it can really be personal.