In the (other) city by the lake
by CarolineBelieve in the resolute urgency of now.
This weekend the Smashing Pumpkins played the Venue at Horseshoe Casino, just across the Indiana border on Lake Michigan. Tickets fell into my lap half-price on Friday, as a friend of a coworker was going out of town at the last minute and looking to recoup some of his losses. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity, even though I’ve had a bad headcold for two weeks while moving to a new apartment and generally being overtaxed. That said, I made it halfway through before I had to leave on account of various forms of sickness. Let’s not elaborate there.
Billy Corgan has sold his soul, I suspect, because at 41 he’s still writing viable music and looks no more than 30. I respect him enormously for coming out of, well, years of self-centered rock and roll princessery to reunite with Jimmy Chamberlain and put out a solid, political album.
Plus, I reckon the Pumpkins are better live than on record, and they’re damn good on record, for what that’s worth. Chicago is their town and Corgan always brings his best game face.
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