I was fantasising about my own death, I started thinking what my funeral would be like and what music would be played, I was at that level of insanity.
Billy Corgan
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More quotes by Billy Corgan
- I'm not interested in pop art.
- Most of my arguments with musicians through the years have had more to do with their attitude about music, or their attitude about their own lives, or their personal responsibility. Music has never really been the big centerpiece of the fight.
- The desire to hit a big home run is dominating the music business.
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