“I Suppressed Rose McGowan”: Bizarre and Illuminating Highlights From Billy Corgan and Marilyn Manson’s Press Conference
You could be forgiven for thinking Billy Corgan has been on a mission to alienate his peers and fans in recent years. With no obvious provocation, he has taken aim at a wide range of notable musicians, including The Foo Fighters and Kanye West, along with repeated, somewhat bizarre, attacks on rock’s nicest guy, Eddie Vedder. This July and August, Corgan and the latest Smashing Pumpkins lineup will join Marilyn Manson — not unknown to controversy himself — on a full North American “End Times” tour. Last night in Chicago, Corgan and Manson held a joint press conference hosted by the A.V. Club to discuss, among other things: their tour, why they didn’t speak for so long, and how Corgan taught Manson to play guitar. Here are some of the occasionally bizarre and awkward highlights:
Two major reasons why a TV show succeeds: viewers either want to be the people they watch on the show, or viewers already are the people they watch on the show.
If leaning in has never really appealed to you because you have a penis (or otherwise identify as male), rejoice, because Sheryl Sandberg has news for you: men, she wrote in the New York Times this week, can reap the benefits of gender equality by… well, by getting laid more if they do chores around the house. Whoa! There’s even a name for this: “choreplay.” And even better, this is only the beginning. There are plenty of other ways to get things happening in the bedroom of your tastefully decorated home in San Francisco. Read on, you naughty leaner-inners, you.
Weezer is back! M.I.A. gets pissed with ass-shaking EDM! Diplo spells Andre Agassi’s name wrong! A great week for upbeat music (and if you’re looking for something more chill, consider Slow Magic’s “Hold Still” or the new Jessie Ware song.) Let’s dig in.
“At one time, you’ve got it, and then you lose it, and it’s gone forever.” So said Sick Boy in Trainspotting, and for all that this pronouncement came in the context of a conversation conducted while shooting a dog in the arse with a pellet gun, it’s a pretty succinct summation of the trajectory of innumerable creative careers. You have it. Then you lose it. And that’s it. In entirely unrelated news, Billy Corgan is following up his eight-hour Siddartha marathon with a set at his Chicago tea shop based on “four sonic impressions on poems by the great Sufi mystic Rumi.” Oh, Billy. How did we get here?