Rediscovering bands.
Another side effect of going through my entire music collection to import it into (I know, shaddup R.) iTunes is that I’ve rediscovered a lot of dusty old CDs from the bottom of the shelf. Things I haven’t listened to in years. Bands I truly do love but just… forgot for a while. And, also? Damn, but I own a lot of CDs.
For instance–I forgot how much I really do love the Smashing Pumpkins. E.-with-an-H made me a copy of gish, and later gave me siamese dream. I remember thinking it was loud, and harsh, and that Billy Corgan’s voice was… odd. Not sure how it worked out, but after a million trips through, I started to love it a little. And when E.-with-an-H and I broke it off, I of course listened to all these albums in my angsty moroseness. The kind of true moroseness you can only have when you’re barely twenty.
I also remember Smashing Pumpkins being one of the few bands my parents could stand. My mother particular liked Mellon Collie and the infinite Sadness, enough so that I made her a copy which I think she still has in her car. I saw them play, with Garbage. And Billy Corgan noodled around for a longish encore, which included playing a cover of Boys Don’t Cry. Totally cemented s*p in my favorites list.
And now…
An incredibly appropriate random mix
- Little Miss Strange (Jimi Hendrix Experience)
- Death of Seasons (A.F.I.)
- When I’m Dead (Stabbing Westward)
- Plume (Smashing Pumpkins)
- Para-Noir (Marilyn Manson)
- The Wind Cries Mary (Jimi Hendrix)
- Hand in Glove (The Smiths)
- Prayers for Rain (The Cure)
- Little Ghost (The White Stripes)
- Yet Another Movie (Pink Floyd)
- Morning Train (Peter, Paul, and Mary)
- In the Shadow of the Valley of Death (Marilyn Manson)
I especially like that Peter, Paul, and Mary is followed by Marilyn Manson.