You know what's better than plain old pumpkins? Smashing Pumpkins. Both the physical act and the musical act. Hailing from the Windy City, this group holds a special place in my heart. When they were good, they were fucking good. Now, Billy Corgan may or may not have become a flaming bag of poop. Are the rumors true? I don't know. Since I missed yesterday, here are two of my favs- Thirty Three from Melon Collie and the Infinite Sadness and Rhinoceros from Gish. It's autumn. I'm wearing pumpkin-colored bell bottoms. And now I am off to drink hearty amounts of wine.
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