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I Actually Am Billy Corgan
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How is it that this film did not kill off the career of that aged lanky fop Moore? The depiction of his disgraceful behaviour epitomises the sham that was the alternative early 90's scene. "Another work of art", giggles the 40 something at one point, while focussing the camera upon his own faeces. At least this proved

What I choose is my choice. If I wanna listen to perhaps the most assured and progressive debut in rock history on the way to get my chicken, I have that right.
Once my music leaves my body it no longer belongs to me, so I can enjoy the divinity of my Work just as you all do. Beauty is beauty, and I don't discriminate

I used to be a little boy, and Goblin's soundtrack for Suspiria was a formative influence for my own progressive rock experimentation as a child. Obviously I quickly moved beyond such primitive notions of musicality towards my current explorations within an unparalleled palette of psychedelic futurism. 
The shock of

As a young Artist in his prime, I recognise this artist as a fellow underappreciated genius: stunningly good songwriter with a uniquely challenging yet timelessly accessible melodic approach, a nifty virtuoso on the guitar, and the architect of perhaps the best vocal harmonies in the pantheon of rock before I myself

I agree with Tasha. It's an overrated episode - heavy handed and too impressed with itself, like my own work for David Lynch on Lost Highway. I suppose at the time I was simply intoxicated with the righteousness of my own talent and had not yet learnt that only from the grace of devotion may genius truly effloresce.

It's actually a paean to my personal sense of loss at never having acquired a son to carry on my legacy. In light of the myriad musical achievements I have fecundated in this life, at times I struggle with the cosmic irony that my talented seed may never find -
- oh, my apologies. I see you were referring to a piece

I identify with these women.

hey FUCK YOU, you self-destructive addict. I'm just trying to HELP YOU by showing you how you can HELP YOURSELF but if you HATE YOURSELF so bad you have to direct your ugly HATE onto ME, I'm gonna fucking sue the fuck out of you so hard you won't be able to so much as afford a laptop, motherfucker. If I ever see you

In light of all the recent drama foisted upon me by a clearly deluded and possibly psychotic individual suffering from his/her own disease, I feel compelled to direct public attention back to what is important in this world: and that is my Art. I am shocked and appalled that no one here has displayed the taste to

Shantideva's Bodhicaryavatara
Personally I found it to be too derivative of Asvaghosa's "Faith in the Mahayana", but as I was deeply into the Dead Sea Scrolls at the time my perspective may have been a little skewed towards a more Mahayana-incfluenced interpretation, and of course I hadn't fully embraced

Listen, I'm fully aware of the weight of my canon of work and what it means to be me, but that doesn't mean I have to justify my existence to you every single time I wanna make a comment, okay? Sometimes I want to try to feel what it is to be like one of you people, making simple and meaningless comments about pop

I actually am Billy Corgan.

I actually am Billy Corgan.

taking a moment here to cherish the memory
it's a crying shame that the steep decline in quality of its sequels seems to have prompted the world to forget that the first Final Destination was something of a classic of its kind… it contained an actual original idea and played it off with an almost perfect balance of

Me?

I am the last one standing.
It's pathetic really, watching the also rans of my former peer group scrabble for some kind of belated recognition for their past attempts at glory. Why can they not simply allow themselves to fade quietly into obscurity, leaving room for contemporary artists such as myself to experiment

Well Bongs, if you were to display the simple courtesy of a cursory further examination of my work, you would appreciate that I have long exhibited a synergistic relationship between my art and my Ghost Children within the internet.
Long before my current project, I bequeathed "Machina II/The Friends And Enemies Of

Dear Mr Burton,
Just a little show of support here for your movie. I thought it was quite good, and a definite improvement on the criminally overrated original, which is a terrible film.
As far as misunderstood, underappreciated turn of the century sic-fi blockbusters go, in my opinion yours is second only to AI. I

Lindsey Buckingham's solo career would take down Henley's for a three count in the first round.

ZWAN
Along with you all, I too have enjoyed many periods of revisionism regarding the power of my many different periods: the blossoming iridescence of Gish, the majestic bloom of my Mellon Collie era, the icy equinox of my Machina experiment… all endlessly rich works that reward continual reinvestigation and