Smashing Pumpkins frontman Billy Corgan recently went to a wax museum with his friend and radio DJ Mancow Muller. Muller shared photos and video of Corgan playing around and having fun with wax dolls of Taylor Swift, Justin Bieber, Justin Timberlake, William Shatner, Johnny Depp, Judy Garland, Madonna, and more. You can view them below.
Billy Corgan has also made a new post on his Instagram page. He wrote, “My son has the best of everything. In essence, he has much of what I didn’t have in terms of doctors, food, clothes, and care from nannies. Oh, and I forgot toys, too. But this post is not about what I’ve been able to provide as a parent because of affluence. I’m setting that right aside, so that those reading this might not think in the back of their mind, ‘Yeah, that’s easy for you to say…’
For this is about the wealth of one’s spirit. And whether any of us has the courage to share that which cannot be bought. Judging by my son’s daily interest, what he most wants is my time. By extension, this is also what I want for myself: the time to think, the time to rest, even the time to mourn. But Time is a funny concept. The yogis tell us there is no such thing as time (in the absolute). Only, the NOW. Which again is an easy thing to say but if you are late for your job or late getting your kid ready for whatever there isn’t a yogi handy to write you a note. What I mean by the ‘time isn’t time at all’ muse is that time is a convertible currency like $. As in, time buys us what we are really after, or like money forces us to make choices with what really matters. And often I have to choose between my time and my son’s. If I give him all my attention he will often get bored and wander off. Whereas with no attention he’ll fight for my focus by misbehaving or acting mischievous.
So what’s the middle that he’s really after? I’ll guess, and it’s still a guess (he’s not quite 3) that it’s what I was after from my Father. Which is a kind of balanced belonging and sentience that is more than the distracted parent sitting at a park on their phone but less than the parent who feels burdened by being an unappreciated care giver. For no one likes to be an imposition, not even a child. Conversely what do I wish for myself, from myself? Balance, or awareness? Indulge in your whims and you become slave to them. Ignore your secret desires and your heart will break with suffering. So here the Inner Child becomes the same as the literal one tugging on your sleeve. Saying not, ‘notice me!’ but rather, ‘notice ME.’ The math being you must know yourself to know your child.”
