My mother had a huge crush on Scott Weiland, the lead singer of Stone Temple Pilots, when Big Bang Baby came out on video (she liked his little dance). Encouraged, I made her listen to the Smashing pumpkins, but she opted for Thom Yorke instead, stating that Billy Corgan “had no business making records” on account of his “constant wailing”. Which is a preposterously un-thought-of comment, because Thom Yorke wails almost as much, if not more, as Corgan.
That was 3 years ago. Today though, I’ve spent around PHP30 worth of SMS messages to her, demanding the return of my Adore tape, because she prefers this “quiet siege” to their previous albums.
Mind you, tape. Indeed. Just you wait till all your cds get scratches on them. Then you’ll come crawling back to tape. Good old tapes. Lo-fi will rule the world. Soon.
PS. Yes, I’m flashbacking to the Pumpkins. On account of the rain, I think.
