Current mood:	silverfuck
Current music:	The Smashing Pumpkins- "Geek USA"

I am one as you are out of your fucking mind.


Billy Corgan is starting a video blog and charging fans for access. Apparently five five-minute in-studio snippets of the "band" (which at this point I guess consists of Billy and whoever isn't on his shit-list at any particular moment) recording what is sure to be their next masterpiece will be posted to the SP site weekly.

From the official website,
"I am excited to make this offer to anyone who might be interested in what goes on behind the wizard's curtain. It is my goal to far exceed the normal documentary process and use the moment to create something that invokes synchronicity, electricity and faith into a moment that is ever unfolding."

Now, this is pretty hilarious, isn't it? Watching an over-the-hill egotistical prick writing and recording sub-standard songs with a couple mindless hired lemmings is supposed to invoke synchronicity, electricity and faith? Into a moment that is ever unfolding? What the hell does that even mean?

What's also hilarious is that the thing is so ridiculously expensive (seriously, a 40 dollar subscription fee to watch you be pretentious?) and he's saying that if demand for the video-blog isn't very high the project will be "put aside". If that were to happen, you just know that there will be a particularly bitter blog post about how much of a shame it is that people don't value art and the creative process enough these days.

Seriously, though. It wasn't bad enough that when the Smashing Pumpkins reformed they were basically the drummer, Billy and a couple of no-names. This means it was, essentially, just as much a Zwan reunion. On top of that, this incarnation of the Pumpkins play ridiculously onanistic sets consisting mostly of overlong jams, new songs no one in the audience knows and very few familiar songs-- and reworked versions at that. Then add to that his rants, antagonizing his fans for not buying his records and chastising them for being harebrained lemmings who, quite understandibly, wanted to rock out to their favorite SP tunes and not some drawn-out "art jam" session.

On top of that, Jimmy Chamberlain, the one good thing this band had going for it, decides to leave because he "cannot continue to put his effort into something he doesn't fully possess", essentially confirming everybody's suspicions that that Billy is a crazy control freak.

When observing pop culture there are often moments when somebody behaves in a way that's so completely idiotic, so over-the-top ridiculous you can't help think they're pulling an elaborate prank on the audience. A post-modern Andy Kaufman moment. And then the slow, creeping horror of realizing that they're 100% serious.

I'll be fair. I love the Smashing Pumpkins output from 1993 through 1998. Some songs in Machina were alright, too. But I don't think I've ever seen a rock star so out of touch with his audience, with such a misplaced sense of entitlement and with his head so deep up his own ass. I actually sort of liked the Zwan record and Zeitgeist (not TheFutureEmbrace, though, a thousand times no), but longwinded, self-important douchebag Billy needs to grow the fuck up if he doesn't want to end up alienating the few fans he has left.

For now, I'm listening to Siamese Dream-- by far the best thing that's ever been associated with the name "Billy Corgan". Oh, next to Paz Lenchantin, of course.



'Sup Paz? <3