Turning into a pumpkin
Tonight we saw the Smashing Pumpkins at the Chicago Theater. I was really excited about this show as I have long liked them, dating back to the "Siamese Dream" CD, which was the soundtrack of my sophomore year in college.
Ahhhh, memories. At the time, I was just back from summer vacation, tanner and thinner than ever before. I was living in the dorm with the biggest rooms and my roommate had just bailed on school that year, leaving me with my own huge room. My fake ID was awesome and I was flush with spending money from a summer of working at the kiddie pool at the local park.
My friends and I were so excited to be back and the boys had a place off campus. We spent a lot of time at their place those first weeks back, drinking and playing games (Asshole, anyone?) and listening to the Pumpkins. I remember the guys talking about how cool the female bassist was and thinking their music was like nothing I had ever heard before and I started listening to it nonstop.
One of the guys who lived in the house was a fan favorite of many of my friends. The year before, we all announced we wanted to make out with him. Well, guess who was the first to lock lips with the object of our affection? And you know what was playing in the background? You guessed it. Smashing Pumpkins. I want to say "Disarm" might have been playing, but it could have been any one of those songs because we listened to it so damn much, it all just runs together. That and I kissed him kind of a lot in those first few weeks. And there was a lot of beer involved.
My point, other than to recount yet another time when I had a boyfriend and was kissing some other dude, is ... well, I am not exactly sure. Apparently that is a theme this month. Next year for NaBloPoMo, perhaps I can just post 30 entries about making out with guys who were not my boyfriend.
But I can tell you the concert tonight was not that great. They played way too much new stuff and way too many extended songs that went on and on. And on. Billy was yapping on stage about nothing when he could have been playing "Disarm," which he didn't. He did play "Tonight, tonight" and that made me happy. Other than that, I knew four songs. Thanks Billy. There were also kazoos. Yes, kazoos. For the encore.
Ahhhh, memories. At the time, I was just back from summer vacation, tanner and thinner than ever before. I was living in the dorm with the biggest rooms and my roommate had just bailed on school that year, leaving me with my own huge room. My fake ID was awesome and I was flush with spending money from a summer of working at the kiddie pool at the local park.
My friends and I were so excited to be back and the boys had a place off campus. We spent a lot of time at their place those first weeks back, drinking and playing games (Asshole, anyone?) and listening to the Pumpkins. I remember the guys talking about how cool the female bassist was and thinking their music was like nothing I had ever heard before and I started listening to it nonstop.
One of the guys who lived in the house was a fan favorite of many of my friends. The year before, we all announced we wanted to make out with him. Well, guess who was the first to lock lips with the object of our affection? And you know what was playing in the background? You guessed it. Smashing Pumpkins. I want to say "Disarm" might have been playing, but it could have been any one of those songs because we listened to it so damn much, it all just runs together. That and I kissed him kind of a lot in those first few weeks. And there was a lot of beer involved.
My point, other than to recount yet another time when I had a boyfriend and was kissing some other dude, is ... well, I am not exactly sure. Apparently that is a theme this month. Next year for NaBloPoMo, perhaps I can just post 30 entries about making out with guys who were not my boyfriend.
But I can tell you the concert tonight was not that great. They played way too much new stuff and way too many extended songs that went on and on. And on. Billy was yapping on stage about nothing when he could have been playing "Disarm," which he didn't. He did play "Tonight, tonight" and that made me happy. Other than that, I knew four songs. Thanks Billy. There were also kazoos. Yes, kazoos. For the encore.
Labels: It's all about me, NaBloPoMo
posted by Amy at
8:55 PM
1 Comments:
I heard about their concert on the radio and was pretty excited too. Wondering if it would be a great blast to the past, or kind of regretful of them being all torn apart and washed out in their own right now. Sorry to hear it was more like the latter...and kazoos? gasp.
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