05/02/2025
Some thirty years ago I made the foolish mistake of being caught at the park next to my high school smoking pot. After following that up with a series of other stupid teenage decisions, I came home to a very angry father.
He didn't yell, which honestly was more frightening than if he had. At the end of a long lecture and interrogation my father told me to give him the envelope from under his stereo. My heart sunk, for I knew there was only one he kept there.
Concert tickets.
Inside the envelope was tickets to The Smashing Pumpkins at McNichols Arena in Denver, touring on the Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness tour. Opening for the Pumpkins, was Garbage , a band I had recently discovered on MTV and was enamored with.
Those tickets were torn up before my heartbroken eyes. I never did get to see the Pumpkins, and honestly don't want to anymore. But Garbage. F**k. I've always wanted to see them, I still buy every album they put out and have a signed pre-order for their newest one. Less than a month for that now and tickets are on sale to see them in October I believe.
I'll be there.
Today's is Garbage's third album Beautiful Garbage. A wonderful piece where the band really started showing they were a lasting force and weren't going anywhere.