Common Sense

How come Sasha Grey gets to be friends with Bill Corgan and I don’t?

Soooooo okay…. recently a few people have been asking me is that little old you tucked within the art work for the new Smashing Pumpkins album Zeitgeist ….why yes it’s little old me playing a part a mystery a siren… collaborating in some small (but inspirationally grandiose) part with the sonic wizard that is BC …Billy Corgan is a trusted confidant and endearing soul and I’m very glad to have him as my friend. However…please don’t message me about wild stories that illustrate some reference to Caligula …or whatever … instead go out and enjoy the album after all it’s about the music …I can remember when some one gave me a beat up copy of Gish on cassette…I put it in my shitty cheap walkman and went outside for a walk blasting it full volume…occasionally stopping to mime the pose that BC animates on the sleeve…good times. Rock on.

Sometimes I wish I were a porn star, then everybody would like me. Instead I’m a malcontent cripple with a Vicodin habit and a need for a vacation and new job with really good health coverage.

How come Sasha Grey gets to be friends with Bill Corgan and I don’t?

Soooooo okay…. recently a few people have been asking me is that little old you tucked within the art work for the new Smashing Pumpkins album Zeitgeist ….why yes it’s little old me playing a part a mystery a siren… collaborating in some small (but inspirationally grandiose) part with the sonic wizard that is BC …Billy Corgan is a trusted confidant and endearing soul and I’m very glad to have him as my friend. However…please don’t message me about wild stories that illustrate some reference to Caligula …or whatever … instead go out and enjoy the album after all it’s about the music …I can remember when some one gave me a beat up copy of Gish on cassette…I put it in my shitty cheap walkman and went outside for a walk blasting it full volume…occasionally stopping to mime the pose that BC animates on the sleeve…good times. Rock on.

Sometimes I wish I were a porn star, then everybody would like me. Instead I’m a malcontent cripple with a Vicodin habit and a need for a vacation and new job with really good health coverage.