Smashing Pumpkins on the Modern Rock Charts

yeah there were a good amount of bands who got played on both 120 Minutes and Headbanger's Ball back in the day -- an intersection i call "Weingarten's Alley" -- Alice In Chains, Primus, Faith No More, etc. it amused me when the cross over was very abrupt and deliberate; Candlebox's first video getting introduced by Rikki Rachtman, the 2nd getting introduced by Lewis Largent, etc.

yeah, 'man in the box' probably did get 120 minutes love just cuz seattle connection (i remember before nevermind wondering if seattle sound was ever gonna break out, if badmotorfinger's success was the peak)(and ALOT of coverage of seattle pre-nevermind focused on the posies as the likely breakthrough artist go figure) but nowhere near the love it got on headbangers ball or active rock or the 1990 equiv radio. i never heard them on college radio, curious if they charted on cmj at all (i did hear soundgarden and god knows i heard jane's addiction). funk metal arguably peaked before nevermind (or at least alongside it though 'give it away's much greater success upon rerelease post-'under the bridge' does mean the landscape did change for it somewhat).

thinking back on "Tonight, Tonight", I still like the song but I remember being bothered at Corgan's inconsistency on whether he'd dipthong on "toniiiiiiiight" or not. sometimes it was "tonIIIIIIIIIIIIIIghhhht" and others it was "tonIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-EEE-EEEEIT"

(There's almost a direct Rush quote in one of the Siamese Dream solos.)

― EveningStar (Sund4r), Tuesday, March 11, 2014 9:20 PM (Yesterday)

is it the outro solo in Rocket?? Corgie admitted somewhere recently that that lick is a direct lift from someone but that he'll never tell. still curious

I have a fondness for Stand Inside Your Love - it's like a loud sheen.

Stand Inside Your Love is their last great song, I think.

(There's almost a direct Rush quote in one of the Siamese Dream solos.)

http://youtu.be/stBOhNxLrbM?t=4m34s
http://youtu.be/EE6u-G1mwWs?t=6m19s

Not saying it's grounds for a lawsuit or anything, just that I don't think the guy was in any sort of denial about his hard rock influences.

-- an intersection i call "Weingarten's Alley" --

let's keep the slash fic out of here

if only Mayonaise qualified that would get my vote

My favorite track on siamese dream by far, maybe in their catalogue

here i'm voting for "Drown" but on here Smashing Pumpkins - Siamese Dream poll it was "Mayonaise" as posted on the first post. it won by a wide margin.

The core, the heart music.

I'm pretty fond of almost everything in this list through 1997 - though I can probably never hear "Disarm" again - and if I skim it down to just straight up great songs/recordings it's still a 7-8 song list easy. Could almost vote for "Cherub Rock" for the intro alone - LOVE that guitar tone in the first riff and then the roaring ocean of Corganism welling up behind it. Would vote for "Rocket" if it were here, think I'm gonna give it to "Muzzle" which was definitely my favorite Mellon Collie single (or pseudo-single) and probably what I voted for in the MCIS poll. So grandiose, so fragile, and the buildup of the "And I knew..." section, culminating in THE SILENCE OF THE WOOOOOOOOOOORLD kinda sums up a dog latin post I always think of when it comes to this band:

If I had been 25 when this came out I'd probably have hated it - the bawling vocal, the post-grunge/proto-emo "you don't understand me OR MY MUSIC" white middle class ethic; the Queen/Prog-inspired pomp and circumstance. It's enough to make a man sick.

But to a 15 year old kid, this tastes like candy-apples.

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Voted Landslide. Looking at this list, I feel like Billy really got greedy and extended the Mellon Collie cycle by a full 6 months with soundtrack cuts, and ultimately that led to some backlash/boredom with the Pumpkins with the public at large. They went full-on media saturation for 20 months, then had less than a year of downtime before putting out another record.

I mean, I know it's more than that, that Adore arrived during the time of great change in alt-rock. But even as a teenager who loved them, I felt a palpable sense the Pumpkins were overstaying their welcome by the time they put out something on the Batman and Robin soundtrack AND made a video for it.

Also, it seems like no one got out of Batman and Robin at the same career level they had going into it, except Clooney somehow.

It had a... CHILLING effect.

http://www.film.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/24355864-24355868-large.jpg

allow me to break the ice. my name is carson daly. learn it well. for it's the chilling sound of your doom.

intheblanks and Doctor Casino otm

http://a4.mzstatic.com/us/r30/Features/da/0f/e7/dj.ihccyzsr.227x170-99.jpg

I need to get more diamonds, from my hideout.

nobody's putting that guy in the cooler

http://www1.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Celebrities+Attend+NHL+Winter+Classic+Wrigley+0P4xIOz05uOl.jpg

"nobody puts billy in the cooler"

http://exclaim.ca/images/pump.jpg

"If revenge is a dish best served cold, then put on your Sunday finest. It's time to feast!"

hahaha

I remember Adore being undermarketed or underpromoted. I didn't even know the followup album was coming out until I heard Ava Adore on the radio one day. And this was back when I read Rolling Stone and had recently discovered the internet. It was almost like they snuck it out to the public, sheepishly aware it wasn't going to fly like Mellon Collie.

OK that last one brought tears to my eyes, thank you DC

I voted Ava Adore btw cos I remember liking it a lot bt haven't heard it in ages, figured noone else'd vote for it much

So glad I brought Batman and Robin into this thread.

The wikipedia for Adore gives the Corgan perspective on its level of success:

Corgan initially blamed fans for the failure, then himself, saying that he "made the mistake of telling people it was a techno record" and that if he "would have told everyone Adore was the Pumpkins' acoustic album we would have never had the problems that we had."

icymi, corgan's 2005 'confessions' entry about the making of adore…

Life in the mansion, or ‘The House’ as it becomes commonly known, is fairly simple and calm…I spend most mornings writing, usually getting up at least an hour before my girlfriend, picking at the typewriter or strumming softly in bed with an old 1950’s acoustic…if I get a decent idea, I just grab my hand-held tape player, hit record, and let it roll…because we are up high in the Hollywood hills, a cool breeze usually rides in with the smell of pine…it is all very quiet, a perfect setting to work and create in…the rooms are decorated in L.A.-Spanish style, which is a faux mix of simulcura old-world ‘espanol’ blended with the need to show off that whoever owns the joint has lots of money…so we sleep on a rustic bed, in a rough hewn room that sits on the second floor overlooking a lower terrace and pool (D’arcy is up in the tower, Bjorn next door, Gooch on the first floor)…we quickly fall into a rhythm of me writing in the morning, and then perhaps my girlfriend getting up and going for a swim to exercise (with me watching and talking to her by the pool)…I’m usually at the studio by 11 or 12, work a full day until say 11 or 12 p.m., and then we hang out at night by or in the jacuzzi, with all of Los Angeles’ twinkling lights spread out in front of us like so many jewels (a beautiful, vibrating sight)…often, we will pop some downers to unwind, some messy pill that we were turned onto by the Manson boys, what everyone commonly calls ‘blue pills’…or, on special nights, take some mushrooms and tread water in the pool until the sun is about to come back up…this is, generally speaking, fairly fun and not that harmful on first look…we are where we are supposed to be, doing what we are supposed to be doing…because if you are in one of the biggest rock bands in the world, you hang out by the pool, take drugs, and shoot the shit with other rock stars in the Sodom and Gomorrah of America…often, other luminaries drop by: Johnny Depp, Anthony Kiedis, Dave Navarro, Kate Moss, Helena Christensen, to name a few, all to take in the sights…it is a typical situation one could find on any night of the week in these hills…so it does not feel special, nor do I feel special doing it…the most notable omission to the party is that James almost never comes by…(by never, I mean he comes to the house just once or twice in the 6 months that we are here)…

The sessions are generally slow paced and technical (we work 6 days a week, by the end 7)…most of my time is spent figuring out how to get new sounds out of old equipment…I have purposely brought none of my usual gear, denying myself access to my most trusted equipment and thereby forcing me to have to work in unfamiliar territory…the amps are old, vintage tube amps, not designed for massive walls of sound…there are almost no guitar pedals to speak of, certainly none that make the guitar distort…I have backed myself into a corner with the hope that I would care enough to fight my way out…the control room we work in is very cramped, which makes it hard for anyone beyond the 3 principals (me, Bjorn, Howard) to hang out leisurely…as is often the case during recording, if they are not needed, James and D’arcy tend to hang out in the lounge, where they can watch T.V…the only problem is this lounge is really small and cramped, so it makes even hanging in there uncomfortable…I tell D’arcy that I really would like her to come and spend the days with me working, that at the worst she can help guide the direction the album is taking (a request I have not made before)…I tell her I need her guidance (she always had a good sense of what is ‘good’), and even though the space is tight, would really appreciate her support…she gets angry and spits at me, “why would I want to sit in there all day with you? It’s so fucking boring!!”…James mostly sits outside in the courtyard and talks on his cell phone…it is a difficult time for everyone…they are used to me working on my own, and any attempt I now make to engage them either doesn’t go so well, or is met with emotional disinterest…things only seem to click if we all play at the same time, but this does not always work for every song, nor is the playing level high enough (on their part) to justify this kind of recording for the whole record…it turns into a case by case, song by song basis, where each song must claw it’s way to a direction, and then based on what I determine is best for a particular tune, set a course that brings the various dysfunctional band dynamics into play…for example, if they aren’t really needed on a song in a fundamental way, they don’t seem to care at all how it turns out …if I ask them to play on a certain idea because I feel their contribution is important (i.e. “why don’t you try out some bass/guitar on this one) our communication is so poor now that if it doesn’t go well fairly quickly, I don’t know how to ‘work’ with them, nor do
they feel comfortable enough to put out their best, most committed effort…sometimes things click, like D’arcy’s 6 string bass ideas on the song “waiting”, but more often than not they offer little and less as the days tick by…the situation is just too damaged, and seems essentially beyond repair…having sold myself on the idea of using drum machines and/or samples instead of a “live” drummer, I quickly discover this is not as easy or as exciting a way to work as I had envisioned…so the drums become a source of frustration and concern, and we start thinking that some songs (though not all) would benefit from the use of a real drummer…

We reach out to Joey, from Beck’s group, to fill in…his style is basically reminiscent of Jimmy’s playing, so this is an easy fit…work with him goes fairly quickly…mostly, I just have him play to tracks that are already somewhat recorded, and his timing is so solid it is a breeze, saving lots of time and effort…(a month later, I ask him if he would like to do the tour---he immediately says yes, and one week later quits without explanation)…the other drummer we work with is Matt, from the now disbanded Soundgarden…Matt is one of the few drummers I have ever felt rivaled Jimmy in the chops department, and we ask him to come in and record live with us…although his style is different than Jimmy’s, he, like Jimmy, takes the songs to a new level of dynamic…the highlight of our work with him is the song I have written for my mother, “for Martha”, a 7 minute or so opus with lots of parts, stops and starts, and even tempo changes…I play the piano live in an “iso” room, while James and D’arcy are out on the floor with him in the main…we do many, many takes to get the whole piece just right (so the master can be just one whole piece), and it turns out beautifully as everyone plays with a lot of passion and soul (a real highlight of the record)…

After so many months of pressure, the contrast of these incredible moments of grace set against the mundane pursuit of the smallest details start to drive me crazy…the album, and it’s concepts, are now sprawling out of control…there are some 30 songs that are half-finished, and I can’t even say I know what it is I am looking for…it’s not acoustic, and it’s not electronic, it is more of a sad, lost feeling with beams of hope shining thru…band, no band, drummer, no drummer…I am there in person, but not really in spirit…I work, speak, but feel disconnected from all of it…as the writer, it is an odd thing to also be the performer…I enjoy the writing immensely, but am very disappointed in myself as “the artist”…and looming in the background are all the events that brought me here, still unresolved…I haven’t even taken a moments pause to mourn my mom…it is all so painful that I cannot bear to hold the entire truth, so I just break it into smaller and smaller pieces that are easy to digest on a day to day basis…but there is no longer a point on the horizon I am marching towards anymore…I have achieved the greatest of success and tasted the stupidity of my own hubris…the old dreams are dead, and now my life becomes more a trudge of survival, and in some messed up way, as long as I keep working I am o.k….there is a part of me that does not want it to end, because I am afraid of what is waiting for me on the other side…

To make myself feel better, I march into a Ferrari dealer and pay cash on the barrel for a brand new 355, the first new car I have ever owned…to complete the charade, I buy 2 pairs of leather pants at the urging of my European girlfriend…if you were to pull up next to me at a red light, you would find a depressed, bald headed, overweight pisces wearing leather head to toe (don’t forget the $300 shades), with a silver-gray poodle panting in the passenger seat…I would be listening to Prince b-sides, avoiding eye contact, but feel as if the whole world was staring at me in my silver spaceship…I realize all of this is absurd of course, but it doesn’t stop me…in fact, it reassures me to know that I am aware that I am living in a cartoon, playing in a fictional band, and going along for the ride…

At about the halfway point of recording, our managers come and visit for a little “look-see”, to find out what is really going on, and hear the record as it stands…(you can see them for yourself in the Metallica movie “Some Kind of Monster”)…I play them most, if not all of what I have, and they sit there song after song in a sort of stunned silence…after it is thru, they look pained to find something positive to say…it is certainly not what they had thought, figuring perhaps it was more of an acoustic record, but now they realize I am way off the plot…they leave me with little hope, encouragement, or suggestions beyond possibly bringing in a producer…I take in all of it, particularly there seeming non-understanding of what I am trying to accomplish, as a good thing…

Off their suggestion, we end up recording one song with famed producer Rick Rubin (who I know a bit socially)…the as of now still unreleased “Let Me Give the World to You” (with Joey playing drums)…after a few false starts of direction, we eventually end up recording the song live, with no vocals…after various incarnations and incantations, I suggest straightening the beat out with a four-on-the-floor tom-tom drive…at first Rick is bored by this, doesn’t agree with where we are headed, and goes to lay on the couch (I don’t blame him)…after about 5 minutes, he leaps up, and says “that’s it, that’s it, let’s do it!”, and we commence doing takes (Rick’s enthusiasm is contagious)…after 68 takes, I am finally satisfied…James, D’arcy, and I are pretty used to working this way all the time, but Joey looks absolutely shell-shocked…he later (in an interview) describes working with us (I’m paraphrasing) as one of the most intense experiences he has ever had in music, but goes on to add that beyond any doubt he may have had in the moment, in the end he realized that what we were after was worth all the effort…

The album seems to finally to have found a solid footing, with it’s odd mix and match approach, and starts to gain a little momentum…I now feel I have
the direction in hand that I wish to go…I make plans with Flood (the producer on Mellon Collie) to come in at the end and help me pull it all together, and mix the album…knowing I will have his support and guidance when I am almost finished gives me a lot of confidence to continue, as I feel that no matter where I go from here, there will be someone there to guide me out of the darkness…the downside is now I have a deadline to meet, so I must start making serious choices about where to put my energy…this also means that I have to start tracking my vocals (of which almost none are done), and come to concrete decisions about lyrics…

It is right about at this moment, where all seems calm, that everything starts to go to hell…

http://billycorgan.livejournal.com/tag/confessions

after 68 takes, I am finally satisfied

This is awesome.

The Stanley Kubrick of alt rock

To make myself feel better, I march into a Ferrari dealer and pay cash on the barrel for a brand new 355, the first new car I have ever owned…to complete the charade, I buy 2 pairs of leather pants at the urging of my European girlfriend

I know his post is lightly self-mocking but, man, this guy was a rock cliché.

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1979 sucks assholes and i always switch the radio station when it comes on

tonight tonight >>>>>>>>>>>> 1979

in Hell I will be forced to read the rest of this dude's diary

I always thought 1979 was super overrated back when it was winning all these awards and getting played all the time. A few years after all that blew over, it kinda 'clicked' and I kinda see what chord it maybe struck, it's a good song, but it still seems a little too much like a bid for doing a Serious Generational Statement or whatever.

1979 was a pleasant song but I never felt it earned the accolades it got. I love the bridge a lot, but to me it's second-tier.

glad Cherub at least placed second!

how far back does Rick Rubin's love of lying on couches go

omg how did i miss that

sad :\ april 8 1994…

As is often the case after a show, we board the bus and hit the road, watching movies and eating bad food to pass the time…this drive is about 5+ hours, so the sun is just about to come up when the bus hisses to a stop…the damp breeze of the ocean rolls up onto me in my half-sleep, and I can spy the water just over the road, so I make a small mental note to come back around during the day and check out the beach…turning, I am a bit stunned to see that we are staying in some sort of motel nightmare, splashed down here on a whim in the 60’s as a heady mix of Jetson’s futurism mixed with hurricane reality…I ask no one in particular, “what the fuck is this place?”, but no one listens cause they have heard it all before and all they really want is a closed door with a bed behind it…my room stinks of mildew and is just big enough for that same sought after bed, but out goes the light, and I am fast asleep…

The phone rings way too early, jarring me out of a sweet, humid sleep…the window is open and the sun pours in as the ocean air sweeps through the room…it looks like a beautiful day…”Did you hear the news? He’s gone and killed himself”…my first twilight thought is that it can’t be true, because even I have been reported dead two separate times in the last year (driving down the road, my father had recently heard a report that I was dead, so it must be a rumor or a bad joke)…the t.v. in the room is one of those standard pieces of shit where you need a remote to turn it on, cause they hardwire the front controls off so you can’t jack the channels around to get the movies for free…I flip on CNN with the sound off, figuring if there’s any truth to it that they would have it…there is nothing on at this moment except a general news report, so it must just be a mistake…then I start to think that maybe they won’t care at all and that this might not be the source for information…about 20 seconds in they flash his picture…the talking head is talking away, and my stomach drops about 1,000 feet…I mumble to whoever is on the line for a minute or so, but I don’t remember what I said…they remind me that they are very glad I am still here…I put down the phone, and all is really quiet now…his picture is still up on the screen, frozen…it is one of those rare moments in life where the entire world seems to be stopped, waiting for the next breath…my mind races around to “where is she? I hope she is alright”…I sit on the edge of the bed and just stare at the screen…I cannot believe my eyes, it is just all so sad…I don’t pray, but I do now…I pull myself down to the floor, my back pressed up against the bed, the t.v. screen just a foot away from my eyes…I say a prayer for his soul, thanking him for all the good he has done…I pray a lot for his child, who is now without a father…and I start to cry and I don’t stop until there are no more tears to cry…

Didn't think he'd get that worked up over Nixon.

Nicky, thanks for sharing all this - somehow id never read it. I think when Billy was posting all this in the first place I just couldn't deal with it.

The post KC entries where Billy's comforting Courtney must be... Interesting

I know it only got one vote bt I suddenly got reminded of how Bullet felt like BC ws suddenly having to work to evoke teenage alienation type feelings rather than just having them

1979 is the one i hum the most, tonight is the most evocative of peak pumpkins for me, bullet and zero most try-hard, but of that era its gotta be muzzle, which sort of puts all the elements together.

I know it only got one vote bt I suddenly got reminded of how Bullet felt like BC ws suddenly having to work to evoke teenage alienation type feelings rather than just having them

totally, although to be fair it's an older song (music was written during SD sessions) and the hook supposedly came very quickly and naturally at the BBC in 1993 right before he recorded the "Landslide" cover.

both were big hits but 1979 really is one of those transcendent, timeless songs like 'Penny Lane' or OMC's 'How Bizarre' that will be in heavy rotation as long as there are humans on this earth…