Billy Corgan, lead singer of The Smashing Pumpkins, just released a new book of poems yesterday titled Blinking with Fists. And no, I have no idea at all what the title means. I've been a crazy Smashing Pumpkins fan since . . . 1995. Wow, that was quite a long time ago. My enjoyment of the band has increased in the past two or three years, and, as frightening as this may be, I'll go for entire weeks where I listen to nothing but the Smashing Pumpkins. The Smashing Pumpkins go far beyond popular rock music with their lyrics and diverse sound . . . this isn't an essay on "My Favorite Band," so I'll move on:
On October 23rd, Billy will stop by the Tattered Cover bookstore in Denver for a book signing, and after that, he'll head to the Soiled Dove for a poetry reading. I just bought a pair of tickets this morning, and Joe and I are both hopping with excitement already. It's incredible to think that I'll have a chance to meet and exchange a few words with a man whose music I've loved for a significant portion of my life.
I have not had a chance to purchase Blinking with Fists yet, but I hope to in the next week. After the poetry workshop class I took last semester, I've become a bit of a snob, so I'm not sure if I'll like it or not. I'm not such a fan that I'll accept anything he throws at me, but I definitely look forward to reading his latest work . . . and tearing it apart and writing a review (naturally).
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