Billy Corgan Reacts To Courtney Love Claiming Siamese Dream Is About Her

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In 2014, Courtney Love responded to a question about whether she had a favorite Smashing Pumpkins song:

“Yeah, loads, because there are so many of them that are about me. ‘Siamese Dream,’ ‘Bodies,’ ‘Today’… He stopped writing about me, and then he stopped making hits… There’s one on Siamese Dream called ‘Spaceboy’ — that’s about his brother. But the rest are all pretty much about me.”

She also took credit, sort of, for the Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness song “Where Boys To Tread,” claiming that the track is about her brief relationship with Trent Reznor “and how mad [Corgan] was about that.”

Corgan was asked in a new Instagram story Q&A if Siamese Dream is indeed mostly about Courtney Love.

A fan asked, “Is is true all of the songs on Siamese Dream except Spacebar are about Courtney?”

Corgan responded, “Love her but not even close. Most are about my future wife (we’d been together at that point for 6 years).”

Corgan also wrote in a long Instagram post yesterday, “This post is called, ‘I Said Too Much.’ When I say too much, I walk around wondering how to get back. To where, I’m not sure? Home, or a place that feels like home. Or some inward space where the lights feel less bright and harsh. And how do I know when I’ve said too much? Well, that’s easy. Total strangers come looking for me, to assail with their summation of my life’s journey. They tell me I should have stayed unseen. They mock my failures, which aren’t failures at all. They turn me into a cartoon of the man I am. They gaslight me into thinking I am the crazy one, when the godless world they believe in celebrates death and misery and suffering at every turn.
Now take me out of the equation and put yourself in those statements, Have you said too much? Have you made the mistake of being too shiny, too bright? Too happy or carefree?

The world AS IS offers us two simple choices: the path of Love, or the path of hunger. Why do I say hunger? Because setting your foot on the latter path will ensure you will always want more; but it will not feel good, this gnaw. Because there aren’t enough pleasures in the world, or just outcomes for all, or righteous endings, or mutilations of the truth, and yes, the piles of the dead stacked to the heavens that will satisfy that craving. Try it. I guarantee you will die trying or live like the Spice Man in Lynch’s Dune (IE a suspended state of self-delusion). If this is your TRUTH, so be it. But save me your hosannahs about how your way is better that ‘mine’. ‘Cause my way is NOT MY WAY. I didn’t make this simulation, not did I make the blows to sting. And if I did (funny as the thought seems) I sure gave myself a funny role to play in it. No, no, my way is your way is our way. It is the one path that takes into account courtesy and kindness and virtue and Love as it’s rocket fuel. And if you think I’m a sucker for that, then I shall die blessed in flowers, anointed by loving hands, and sung out to sea. For the path of Love is no path at all. It is a state of grace. One doesn’t need to try to be good, or know thyself, you just IS or are. Like, tag you’re it.

With Love, from here. William.”

This post is called, 'I Said Too Much.' When I say too much, I walk around wondering how to get back. To where, I'm not sure? Home, or a place that feels like home. Or some inward space where the lights feel less bright and harsh. And how do I know when I've said too much? Well, that's easy. Total strangers come looking for me, to assail with their summation of my life's journey. They tell me I should have stayed unseen. They mock my failures, which aren't failures at all. They turn me into a cartoon of the man I am. They gaslight me into thinking I am the crazy one, when the godless world they believe in celebrates death and misery and suffering at every turn. Now take me out of the equation and put yourself in those statements, Have you said too much? Have you made the mistake of being too shiny, too bright? Too happy or carefree? The world AS IS offers us two simple choices: the path of Love, or the path of hunger. Why do I say hunger? Because setting your foot on the latter path will ensure you will always want more; but it will not feel good, this gnaw. Because there aren't enough pleasures in the world, or just outcomes for all, or righteous endings, or mutilations of the truth, and yes, the piles of the dead stacked to the heavens that will satisfy that craving. Try it. I guarantee you will die trying or live like the Spice Man in Lynch's Dune (IE a suspended state of self-delusion). If this is your TRUTH, so be it. But save me your hosannahs about how your way is better that 'mine'. 'Cause my way is NOT MY WAY. I didn't make this simulation, not did I make the blows to sting. And if I did (funny as the thought seems) I sure gave myself a funny role to play in it. No, no, my way is your way is our way. It is the one path that takes into account courtesy and kindness and virtue and Love as it's rocket fuel. And if you think I'm a sucker for that, then I shall die blessed in flowers, anointed by loving hands, and sung out to sea. For the path of Love is no path at all. It is a state of grace. One doesn't need to try to be good, or know thyself, you just IS or are. Like, tag you're it. With Love, from here. William

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  • Skeletronis LinkTreats

    She takes credit for the influence of other peoples songs… I wonder if she will ever take credit for the influence of other peoples deaths…