I’m not sure I needed this–but I’m positive I didn’t need a torn ACL, and today, as a pre-surgery gift to myself, I bought something I’ve been eyeing for months:
This, dear reader, is the deluxe reissue of the Smashing Pumpkins’ Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, which spent the better part of a decade atop my personal favourite album list. It’d still easily make the top ten, while “Thru the Eyes of Ruby” remains one of my favourite songs. Billy Corgan’s various indiscretions since he broke up the original Pumpkins haven’t soured me on the band’s back catalogue, and Mellon Collie remains the Pumpkins’ masterpiece (though feel free to argue in favour of Siamese Dream, whose deluxe edition I also own. I’m a sucker for these; in addition to Mellon Collie, Siamese Dream, and Gish I’ve got the deluxe editions of–sigh–Born to Run, Darkness on the Edge of Town, Bleach, Nevermind, and Quadrophenia, not to mention the entire remastered Beatles catalgoue. Cash register noises sound whenever I walk into a record shop.) I can’t wait to delve into this set: in addition to ninety-two (!) tracks and two DVDs, Billy saw fit to include a decoupage kit. Which I won’t be touching, obviously–but still, that kind of detail is promising. What’s an ACL surgery for if not these sorts of things?