I only wish I were kidding, but this may be real.

If you haven’t heard that new Smash­ing Pump­kins song that ‘MMR is play­ing like it’s 1995, wait about ten min­utes. It’ll hap­pen. I’m gonzo for it, but I spent most of my ado­les­cence rid­ing around in my Volk­swag­on blast­ing my radio-record­ed “Dis­arm” on my crap car stereo for the bet­ter part of two years I think. [Why did I tape over that mix­tape? The reck­less­ness of youth! There were Repo Records com­mer­cials on it that were like inci­den­tal music.]

I’d almost for­got­ten how absolute­ly awk­ward Bil­ly Cor­gan is onstage; then again, ten years ago in the fren­zied atmos­phere of the Spec­trum, Smash­ing Pump­kins put on one of the bitchi­est shows I’ve ever seen. [Rumor had it they’d been asked to play a longer encore to accom­mo­date the park­ing dis­as­ter that was about to unfold anyway.]

[Did you know that “Cherub Rock” is going to be Gui­tar Hero III?]