So I didn’t technically meet Billy Corgan in the traditional sense. I worked at a Landmark Theater in Highland Park, IL the last two years I was in high school. For those of you that follow his life, you may know that he had bought a house there for some time. Naturally he decided to come to our theater on opening weekend of Fahrenheit 9/11. I was on door duty since the movie was in three different places and because people choose not to read signs it was my job to direct traffic. As I’m letting people in, up comes Billy in all his bald-headed, mustachioed glory. And just as he’s getting to the door this old guy slaps him on the back and says “is this the smashing pumpkin?” to which Mr. Corgan replies, “not anymore”.

I was pretty tempted to tell him his poetry was awful, but didn’t because I was at work and that would be mean. Not to say that it isn’t true though…