Smashing Pumpkins – Oceania

It is tough to watch people age, particularly if they are very close to you.  It is common for one to watch his or her unreasonable expectations run, nose-first, into the brick wall of reality.  To watch the strong father you thought would never diminish struggle to tie his shoes.  To watch men and women of great virtue succumb to baser impulses.  While less grave by many orders, this has been the case with The Smashing Pumpkins and me for well over a decade. Continue reading