


“To be in my hometown onstage in front of 5,000 people and rock the way I wanted to rock, that was a religious satisfaction,” Corgan will say about this precise moment in the collective unconscious. In just a few short hours, when all this is history, lead singer Billy Corgan will offer some weighty reflection. It’s a bitterly cold Friday night, and the Pumpkins – rock’s dysfunctional royal family and, more important, this fair city’s best-selling alliance since Survivor released “Eye of the Tiger” – are holding court for a fawning congregation of 5,000 disciples currently being baptized in a steady drizzle of beer, spit and sweat. The price of your ticket is helping to make the last year and a half in the life of Smashing Pumpkins all worth it. Welcome to the Aragon Ballroom, in Chicago. A whole lotta therapy bills have gone toward making this moment possible.
