Fall 1992 – Broadway Rehearsal Studios

## Fall 1992 – Broadway Rehearsal Studios, Chicago

* Barb Wire (Tulips)
* Siamese Dream
* Suicide Kiss (Geek USA)
* Today

8-track
full-band demos recorded at their rehearsal space.  While "Siamese Dream" and "Today" both clearly
come from the same tape/date, "Suicide Kiss" and "Barb Wire" do not.  They are grouped here because they date from
roughly the same time period.

**Billy Corgan**: I am strolling casually down the street…not just any old street, mind
you, this is Broadway I’m walking…no, not the famed Broadway of
high-steppin’ chorus girls and garbled librettos, um, actually, this is
my Broadway, Chicago style, avenue of shifty malcontents, painted
queens, porno peddlers, ‘authentic’ taco dealers, progressive feminist
tomes, and many men in really tight short-shorts…I am a-strolling fairly
 inconspicuously down this thoroughfare over to the practice space we
share with the group Catherine, a sludge throwing, LSD drippin’, beer
coddlin’ unit with which we both share women and rock and roll
affinity…our palace de rock is located, or should I say nestled, just
inside a working parking garage that you enter from the street…I walk
right through the bay doors where the cars skid in and out, veer softly
to the left, past a steel fire door (usually propped open), tackle the
rusted iron gate with a padlock that offers up yet another padlock with a
 steel door attached…once in, I am assailed by a dingy, clammy, never
been cleaned concrete shit box that smells like oil and stale food…and
oh, by the way, I live here too…our year of the Lord is 1992…

We
are supposed to practice today, that is, if Jimmy shows up…he regularly
‘disappears’, and delicately insures we have no way to track him
down…numbers don’t work, girls he is sleeping with don’t sleep with him
anymore, nobody has seen him but he is everywhere…James and D’arcy
arrive together, because even though they are no longer a couple, James
still plays the boyfriend role as far as picking her up and taking care
of her whenever she needs something (which is frequent and curious)…us 3
 people ‘up front’ almost never miss practice, so it is with bemused
bitterness that we stare at the clock doubting our pummeling skinsmen’s
arrival, who I have affectionately (and accurately, I might add) dubbed
‘Brutal Jim’ (Jekyl and Hyde is=to Jimmy and Brutal Jim)…we have a
constant rule amongst us, which we hold to be true about 97% of the
time, and that is: “if he is late, he isn’t coming”…because Jimmy is
always on time, and Brutal Jim is always late (at 15 missed practices
over 6 weeks, I stop bothering to count anymore)…we have come to
masochistically appreciate his ‘my dog ate my homework’ excuses, and the
 fact that he thinks we believe him at all just adds to the hilarity…we
have been working feverishly to be prepared enough to go show up in
Atlanta in about a month to once again make a record with Wisconsin-bred
 producer Butch Vig, who not so ironically also worked with us on our
first album ‘Gish’…this date happens to be set in stone, because
ironically Butch is suddenly in the highest demand after producing
Nirvana’s last record, the number one world phenomena that has
forcefully changed what it means to us to play numb, dumb, angst driven
muzak…

If Jimmy doesn’t show, we will stand around for about 15
minutes before James shifts his body language and starts looking at his
watch…this is a sign to me that says, “I’ll stay if you really want me
to, but I’ve got a lot of stuff to do”…his no shows are frustrating to
all of us, and though we sometimes try to work on music without Jimmy,
it’s just not the same, so at this point if he doesn’t show we usually
just call it a day right then and there…but today he shows!...bursting
through the door as usual with his bull-like stomp and sideways
glances…no one says shit if he looks like shit, because we can’t afford
to drive him away…it’s a business as usual ‘thank God he’s here’ under
breath, and then everyone springs into action (fire up the amps) and
it’s off we go…we will usually work for somewhere between 4-6 hours per
day (depending on if we throw in a little late lunch break---sometimes
we might do double sessions and come back at night)…we almost always
practice in the afternoon…we play so unbelievably fucking loud that the
volume just wears down your body after a time, so it is a welcome relief
 to go outside in the sunshine and grab a taco to keep the spirits up
and break the sustained tension…when we do play, we will work virtually
non-stop until we just can’t take it anymore..it is either-or, either
blisteringly brutal crushing sound, or bad take-out food…

We have
 been simultaneously working on about 30 songs, most of which are pretty
 long and have very arcane, idiosyncratic arrangements…practice often
times sound will sound like a trigonometry class with all the
mathematical theories we throw around, in a stunted language few outside
 of us would understand, much less care to (a sample conversation would
sound like: “4’s are predictable, so let’s flip on the 3’s---lean on the
 1’s please---breaks and hangs should feel like 8 ½---it’s 1, 2a, 3, 1,
2b, 4, and then when we get to the 5 play whatever note you
want”)...calling these pieces “songs” is generous because most don’t
even have a vocal melody or words…many are just jams and concepts gone
awry…we assign these children vacant boring names like “james’ song”, or
 the ubiquitous “song in d”…often, a title is given in the vain hope
that the very name itself will stir some meaning into us where there
isn’t any to be found (like naming a song ‘wings of sunshine’)…

When
 the 4 of us are alone together, playing music, we get along really,
really well…our reputation outside of this room is that of a difficult
crazy bunch, a thought we relish because it keeps the lame poseurs away
from us…but even the people who know us individually well cannot
possibly know us collectively, for it is a totally different animal and
we keep a pretty tight circle…we have never been one of those hang out
type bands that attracts a gang, for we are the gang with our own sense
of justice and steel brutality…we live in our own bubble and we go out
of way to keep it that way…our practices are (and will ever remain) a
closed door secret society meeting where few are allowed to enter and
witness how we work our special brand of magic…because in here, we
forget, for we are learning how mix disaster and build tornados…we never
 argue about music…we may argue about one’s attitude, or lost
arrangements, but never, ever about the musical direction of the
band...in that way we are fearless, and there is total trust…the true
reason for this harmony is that the sound we are manifesting is a
complete an accurate portrayal of the blend of the “4” personalities in
the room: distant, coy, ambitious, feral, dark, lucid, dreamy, strange,
bored, sad, and ultimately desperate…

Much of our time will be
spent balancing the many parts each song seems to encompass…in order to
effectively tweak each moment to it’s maximum impact, we usually start
songs over at the ‘top’, or beginning, so that when a critical moment
arrives we are in complete unison as to the dynamic that follows…for
example, let’s say 2 minutes into a given song, there is a transition
from a very loud part to a very quiet part…we assign a number value to
the 2 parts: the loud, say, is an 8 out of 10 (10 being full blasting
power), and the quiet part is a 3 (which would be above a whisper and
lower than the band playing just quietly)…when we arrive, the critical
moment is question (the transition from a number 8 part to a number 3),
must be seamless and smooth…in our parlance, it cannot sound “obvious”
or “forced”…we go to the top of the song, playing all the previous parts
 according to their already agreed upon dynamic intensities…if we lose
track even before we get to the coupling we are working towards, we stop
 and start all over…this is critical, because you cannot have a train
where each car following the engine is moving at different speeds…they
all must move together, speeding up and slowing down in a relative value
 equally….this is key to the way we work and write, the pure notion that
 all moves must be in a mutual harmony consistent with what came
before…so, for example, if we arrive at the loud part playing at an
intensity level of 9 (which is quote unquote wrong), the following
relative value must be a 4 (which is +1 like the 9 is to the 8), and not
 a 3…this keeps all of us on the same wavelength at all times, no matter
 what is happening…in order to practice the correct transition on a
section to section change, we must “arrive” at the moment playing at a
level 8 loudness in order to get used to going to the soft 3…this really
 helps when we play concerts, where invariably everyone gets juiced up
by the adrenaline of the crowd…if we are playing the loud part as a 9,
we all calculate up together so that the following part is a reflected
value, which is 4…this also holds if we are depressed, and not into a
show…if we arrive at the part at a 7, the following section becomes
(ready class?) a 2…we therefore are able to adjust on the fly, under any
 circumstance, so that we will always sound like what we know what we
are doing, even in the midst of our own total and complete chaos…

This
 process requires a lot of patience on everyone’s part…in addition,
songs are constantly being re-written, hacked and chopped and reborn,
sometimes 4 times daily…many changes are talked through as opposed to
being actually played through…this means I might say “ok, when we get to
 the 2nd chorus, cut it in half but hang the ending so that Jimmy can
set up the next part by playing a fill”…again, starting from the top,
everyone is expected to know how to play a given section precisely even
though, technically speaking, none of us have ever played it this way
before (we do this before we go on stage as well, expecting results
under the duress of a live concert)…this saves some time, but also
creates a lot of misunderstanding if someone (usually D’arcy) thinks you
 are speaking of another section…so when she gets to the part she thinks
 you mean, she does what you “asked” (not really), creating a car crash
effect as everyone collides…so then it’s re-explain again, a little
de-program to lose the error, and then back to the top…we do this day
after day, week after week until you get so used to the language and the
 insanity of this kind of thinking that it becomes second nature…and you
 can “feel” when something is wrong, and you know just how to fix it…

We
 record our demos on an 8-track cassette unit…Jimmy’s drums take up 4
channels: kick, snare, and 2 overheads…one channel is for left for her
bass, one for James’ guitar, one for mine, and the last one for vocals…I
 never sing ‘live’ for the demos, opting instead to add the vocals
later…the general idea is this will force me to write words and have to
sing them to finish the songs…but when we play, I sing ‘blah-blah’
lyrics mostly so there is something there…once the band goes home, my
ears ring for hours and the room takes on a chill which makes living
here all the more ominous…in order to insure my safety at night, I
padlock the iron gate from the inside, effectively locking myself in,
which terrifies me because in the event of a fire I am dead…once I close
 the door, I deadbolt it from the inside…I use a small space heater to
take the chill out of the air, but it doesn’t do much good unless you
are right up next to it…you can’t get any broadcast signal in here, so I
 have a vcr-tv set up so I have something to kill the time…I sleep on a
leather couch that someone left in here, in my clothes so I don’t get
too cold…if I have to use the bathroom, say in the middle of the night, I
 have to get up, flip the deadbolt, take off the gate padlock, then
proceed to re-lock the door so no one can go in there when I’m taking a
piss (the bathroom is in an outside hall), then circle back and re-do
the whole process, locking myself in once more (sometimes in the middle
of the night, strangers will bang on the door, but I never answer)…

just
 before I go to bed, and often in the dark watching the bounce of the
red LED lights, I listen back to the days tapes, usually only once
thru…my brain will process the arrangements while I sleep even if I am
not consciously thinking of them… this is a strange talent, because when
 the band arrives the next day to work, I already know what needs to be
cut and moved around even though I haven’t given it one single thought!
And so I live like this for months, this cycle of waiting, playing, and
waiting some more…It is a very detached, lonely existence being in here
like this…no telephone, few visitors, and no sunshine at all (no
windows)…it is really like being in a cave that I won’t come out of for
any reason…and what makes all this even stranger is that I have a
million dollars rotting, unused, in my bank account…

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1. ↑ Billy Corgan, "On Broadway", livejournal, April 23rd, 2005