In 1995, Smashing Pumpkins’ Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness was the main soundtrack to my life. I turned 21 around its release and it was the sound of a band with something to prove at a time when I felt like a young artist with something to prove. When I traveled to
I followed them over the subsequent years, but not with the same fervor I had up until that time (the prior album, Siamese Dream was likewise a huge part of my art school days). I didn’t see them again…until last week. In the intervening years I started and ended my own band, got married, started Daydream Graphics, burned out and practically ditched illustration for a couple years, worked a year for a small videogame company, got my (art) groove back, painted a ton of illustrations and moved to three countries. Which is to say, lots of time has passed. The sorta-but-not-really-reformed group decided to land in
My ears were ringing for 3 days after the first show I went to on the 27th, but it was worth the small amount of permanent damage. The past couple years have had me in small villages and without a car that made seeing concerts practically impossible, and I am always up for a good show.