Sometimes you want the band-as-gang-of-friends mythology, sometimes you want the self-destructive band imploding for the sake of classic art mythology. There was Billy Corgan at the center, the dictator who had the vision to justify his control-freak tendencies, but who still wouldn’t escape being called insufferable or delusional or megalomaniacal by his peers (and his bandmates).
From the earliest days, there were breakups and addiction. There’s never been a moment where they could actually bring themselves to sit back and enjoy their victory together. Throughout the long and tumultuous history of the Smashing Pumpkins, there’s never really been a prolonged period of anything resembling tranquility.
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