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Thursday, March 27, 2003 Billy Corgan threatens to, er, let it be.
I don't know if I'd be making that comparison myself. I mean, really, what does it mean? Will we get to see David Pajo have a tantrum and say to Billy he'll play whatever Billy wants him to play and if Billy doesn't want him to play then he won't? Will guest musician Anna Lenchantin turn out to be the Yoko Ono figure? Will there be long medleys of 50s rock and roll? Will the whole thing end in a concert on the studio roof and Phil Spector being sprung from jail to finish the album? I've got a feeling, a feeling deep inside, oh no... |
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