Smashing Pumpkins


The sound was really good last night, in the shiny new complex, with the exception of one of the
later Oceania songs in which William just banged on his mistuned tinny Strat
like a monkey and gave everyone a frontal headache. His drummer, who had kind of a timberlake
look, was positively shredding. The bass
and other guitar played well but like they were at the end of a long tour…let’s
get home and crawl under the sheets for a few weeks.
Both the big globe visual screen and light show were a total
bore. I read somewhere it was designed
by the Pink Floyd guy, who I’m sure wasn’t cheap…waste of money. I don’t think I looked at the video more than
once. Ooooh, archival footage of a
missile factory….think deep thoughts about the slightly tangential relationship
to the music…ooooh a big lonely tree and a starry night sky, how trippy…who
cares? Maybe it’s because William, with
his chubby belly hanging out of his too tight tshirt and dramatic rock poses,
is more interesting to check out. I love
how coming from the era he does that he clearly worships overproduced rock gods
like Floyd…at one point during a ballad he even did a pretty decent Waters
imitation croak. Awesome.
It was hilariously disconnected how much he talked about
football. All of the fake artsy fartsies
were giving me the stink eye earlier for watching Monday night football during
the opening band, then it turns out William probably was, too. Go cry about it, gloom cookies…its America,
we love crippling violence.
While we’re at it though, it was actually bizarre that the
torch bearer for twisted, obsessive romantic love responded to boos at his
mention of Tom Brady with “What’s wrong with it? Do well and marry a hot model.” Really, dipshit? That’s what it’s all about? Are we back at the point of admiring Aryan frat
boys who have been given every opportunity to succeed? Is whatever Brady is doing, “Doing well”? Funny I thought it was about creating beauty
through your art and finding lasting love and warmth and acceptance.
Another point about the interlude commentary: the last time I saw this band was in some
small venue in San Francisco, and I’m pretty sure that like me, nobody cares or
remembers about New York’s acceptance of SP back in the day. You’re just playing yourself with the whole “doesn’t
it make more sense now?” thing. Expressions
like this don’t further your reputation as misunderstood, gifted crank, or ruin
your mystique… it’s just irritating arrogance. 
At the end of the day you write good songs, have an interesting voice and
can really play your guitar…let’s leave it at that. If you actually want to get into it, SP probably
does make more sense now, but it doesn’t have anything to do with you. It’s because back in the day New York wasn’t just
a corporate run shadow of its former self that eats whatever gets stuffed down
its bloated throat, it actually had a music scene of its own that didn’t really
dig your grandiose arrangements. So how
does it feel that your way of doing the good old rock and roll goes hand in
hand with late stage corporate capitalism? 
But don’t worry, William, you’re currently winning the battle of you vs.
Kurt. In 20 years nobody will really remember
Nirvana and you can still do a farewell tour.
Oceania is a very good album. I thought so as soon as it came out, and
still do. And getting to hear it whole
was awesome, even if the lemmings in the crowd didn’t know any better. Takes balls to play the whole thing front to
back (another Pink Floyd move, bravo). 
Try that, Soundgarden. I also
think the newly remastered and expanded Mellon Collie sounds amazing, so
amazing that the band should release an acoustic version of it and tour small
venues to promote. Are you listening,
William?
All in all a good safe arena rock night was had by all. Starting the “dusty old classics” with XYU
was a heavy, much appreciated choice, and the Bowie cover was sweet as
well. The “new new” song (Dream Machine)
they debuted played well, but I would have liked to hear Porcelina and Mayonnaise
instead. Maybe next time. And the good tshirts were only $20….rock on.