Billy Corgan and the Infinite Stream of Bullshit

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Why does Billy Corgan have to be such an ass? First of all, he's been vigorously beating his dead horse (the horse being The Smashing Pumpkins) for a few years now. His whiny, screeching voice is truly the only survivor left, as Corgan is the sole founding member still in the band.

And Corgan still seems to have a lot to whine about. As H1N1 (swine flu), threatens to resurge as a pandemic this winter, Corgan has suddenly become a expert on the matter. Overestimating the weight of his opinions, he's taking every opportunity to point out how the media is simply creating unwarranted propaganda regarding the virus.

Read this:
I would suggest however that it is possible the virus is not a naturally occurring virus. I have read reports from people who say (as doctors) that there is evidence to suggest this virus was created by man; to call it Swine Flu is then a misnomer, as it really is Swine Flu plus some other stuff stitched together.

Is he legitimately serious? Billy Boy, you're not a doctor, not a scientist, not a journalist, and not even that good of a singer. Nobody honestly gives a shit what you think about H1N1. You can try to salvage what's left with The Smashing Pumpkins, but please stop masquerading as a credible social figure.

In many situations, musicians and athletes are apathetic towards controversial issues, responding quickly with "I'm just a golfer," the phrase Tiger Woods' often replies with when asked a tough question. It's great when people in the public eye care about national problems; it's just the stream of bullshit from ignorant morons like Corgan that we can do without.

Arctic Monkeys

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Hopefully getting Arctic Monkeys tickets tomorrow. 9:30 club is ridiculously small, so there should be a bloody mad rush at 10 AM. The Sheffield quartet has steadily gained a solid fan base in the states after years of bloody nuts popularity across the pond. The week their debut was released in 2006, UK magazines dubbed the band as one of the greatest to hit rock n' roll in decades.

When you hear critics and fans making judgements with such haste, you tend to dismiss it as bullshit, feelings that will just die down in a matter of weeks. But for some reason, whatever people said about the Arctic Monkeys was spot on: they were four teen geniuses, wrapped up in a messy, volatile adolescent culture. They were ready to howl about every drunken fight with a dance club bouncer and every debatable decision with a mediocre-looking girl who suddenly became beautiful under the shoddy lighting and the influence of various substances.

What the Arctic Monkeys do better than any of their contemporaries is tell stories. Frontman Alex Turner's lyrics aren't pretentious or abstract or overly-metaphorical. He just tells of what he observes on crowded streets around him, and he tells it with flair. Turner spits out his phrases at a maddening pace, rapping and crooning while leaving any listener who isn't with him behind. It's easy to get lost in his lyrics, but when you have the persistence and the patience to keep up, you realize the genius of his storytelling, however ordinary the stories are.

UPDATE: Though tickets sold out in about 90 minutes, my friend and I were able to snag a pair. Bring on the Brits!