Bc2019-06-19
| Billy Corgan | |
|---|---|
| Date | 2019-06-19 |
| Venue | Olympia Theatre |
| Location | Dublin, IE |
| Venue Type | Theatre |
| Capacity | 1,621 |
| Lineup | Corgan, Cole |
| Order of Bands | Katie Cole, Billy Corgan |
| Surfaced Recordings | |
| AMT #1 | |
| Source | VID |
| Format | MP4 |
| Equipment | Unknown |
| Length | 108m |
| Complete? | No |
| Notes? | Posted to youtube: youtube |
Setlist
Set One:
- Waiting for a Train That Never Comes
- Hard Times
- To Scatter One's Own
- Faithless Darlin'
- Apologia
- Cri de Coeur
- Buffalo Boys (with Katie Cole)
- Dancehall (with Katie Cole)
- Aeronaut
- Processional
- Half-Life of an Autodidact
- The Long Goodbye
- Mandarynne
- Along the Santa Fe Trail (Ray Noble and His Orchestra cover)
Set Two:
- Wound
- Thirty-Three
- Spaceboy
- Violet Rays
- Endless Summer (Zwan song)
- Tonight, Tonight
- Shame
- Travels
- Disarm
Encore:
- 1979
Notes
- Live debut of Waiting for a Train That Never Comes
- Tour debut of Mandarynne
- Buffalo Boys and Dancehall performed with Katie Cole
- Along the Santa Fe Trail is a Ray Noble and His Orchestra cover
- Endless Summer is a Zwan song and was the first time played since 2003. It was also the first ever solo performance of the song
- Buffalo Boys and Dancehall with Katie Cole on backing vocals
- First performance of Endless Summer since 2003-06-13 and first solo performance
Banter
(incomplete due to lack of full show source)
Waiting for a Train That Never Comes
Hard Times
To Scatter One’s Own
Faithless Darlin’
Apologia
Cri de Coeur
BC: [tape cuts in] People always wanna know what’s in this bottle.
Guy in crowd: Mochi!
BC: Exactly. I’d now like to bring back to the stage Ms. Katie Cole.
Buffalo Boys (with Katie Cole)
Dancehall (with Katie Cole)
BC: [tape cuts in] It’s okay to applaud. (crowd cheers) For years, I decided not to talk anymore. The shows seemed to go better, there was less clickbait. You are looking at a living meme. (crowd laughs) And your laugh is not one - laughter is one of acknowledgment. But um, I’ve decided for the first time in probably...30 years to actually start talking about what some of these songs are about. Because the beautiful thing is, when I was young and I did talk about my songs, some bearded dude would always change what I said and make it about things that I didn’t mean it to be about. And now in this goofy world that we live in with the good and the bad of the “‘nets,” as George Bush called them, uh, the “internets.” Uh, another shining moment in our history. Now we have this ability to communicate directly with one another, which, honestly as a musician, restores our relationship back to the way that it belonged before the dawn of the 20th century, when musicians like myself would play in the town square or play a wedding or somebody’s funeral, and so I look forward to restoring that relationship with you where I can be myself and in turn, you can be yourself, and we can erase some of the artificial boundaries that commerce and the starving king machine imposed upon, um...whatever this is, right. So, I’d like to play some songs now from my solo album, Ogilala, if you know that record. I appreciate the 24 people in Ireland who bought the record. And uh...but the streaming numbers were unbelievable, uh, heh heh heh, heh. This song, which is a song written in honor of my son, Augustus Juppiter, who’s hurtling towards four years old...(a few hoots and claps from audience)...yes, thank you. The other night my son was watching a clip of me from the Pumpkins recent European festival shows and he walked over to my partner and he said, “Daddy’s playing too loud.” A heh heh, a heh. So, a quick story on this song. Actually, one step back: I was in a very low place in my life, I thought - a few years back - that the Pumpkins was done, the last show had been played. I had not made a big deal of it, it was just, it was done and it was gonna stay done. And so I started - I took a trip across America, which is a interesting journey if you’ve ever taken it, and I mean really drive through America, not fly over it as most people do. And I reconnected somehow with the world that I grew up in, for better, for worse. The broken homes, the burned out trailers, the busted out Main Streets, if they even had a Main Street. And uh, I wrote a group of songs and out of nowhere, Rick Rubin, the great producer and my friend, called me and said, very Buddha-like, “What are you doin’, man?” Heh heh, and I said, “I’m writing these songs, but I don’t think you’d want to hear them,” he says, “No, I really wanna hear them.” So I sent him these songs and he wrote or just called me back about a month later and said, “I love them, keep writing, I wanna make a record with you,” and I - I had never been more stunned in my life because to me, this was - these songs were the result of, like, giving up, not an ascension to the throne. So, this song in particular was originally written in this manner, which unfortunately gives it away a little bit, but it was more like a jaunty Tin Pan Alley - actually, probably songs that were very much played in a place like this, like (singing and playing a bouncy piano melody) “Tumbling down the middle, the world survives, look out, son, the air is alive....” (stops playing piano and speaks) And I - to me, in my estimation, it was a complete throwaway. But I played it for him and he goes, “That’s amazing” and I was like “Really?” Heh. I mean, I was probably the...least fan of the song - that doesn’t make any sense, but I do know what I’m saying. I didn’t think the song was worth anything other than it was in this pile of songs that I’d written [unintelligible word], and he made me promise that I would play him everything. So somehow he got me to slow the song down and now it’s one of my favorite songs and so, I always think of Rick when I play this song.
Aeronaut (piano)
Processional
BC: [tape cuts in] I never saw my baseball team, the Chicago Cubs, win a championship.
Somebody in crowd: Go Donnie Crews!
BC: ‘Cause it only took them 108 years, heh heh. Donnie Crews, yeah, the great. To Donnie too. Anyway...with a name like Corgan, I have Irish roots. But I’ll tell you a funny story. When I was about 10, they gave us a school assignment where they said go to your grandparents and ask about your ancestors. So I went to my grandmother Concetta on my mother’s side, who was Italian, and I said, “Can you tell us about the family history?” and she said “Absolutely not.” And I’m like, “I have an assignment” and she said “I don’t care, I’m not telling you anything.” And I said, “But you’re Italian” and she said “Yeah.” And I said, “What about your ex-husband, my grandfather Henry?” and she said, “I’m not telling you where he’s from.” And I said, “I gotta write something down on the paper” and she leaned in, she said, “He’s Bohemian.” Bohemian. The Czech Republic used to be called Bohemia, so that’s my only clue. But on my grandmother’s side, the one I just spoke to you about, was Irish. She married a true bastard of a man in my grandfather. Herbert.
Guy in crowd: English!
BC: [unintelligible word], he was Irish. And uh...my grandmother when she was 16, she grew up in a very poor rural area and uh, she won a scholarship to attend a secretary school. So she went to stay with a friend in another city - it was a boarding house - and my grandfather, who at that point was 35, she was 16.... He’d already had a marriage and children and um, that’s when she met him. And somebody in the boarding house said, “I think he’s got a crush on you,” and she said, “Who, that old man?” And not too long later: pregnant, married, had six children, my father being the last. So, of course, you know these general things: the unknown question of like “why?” and you hear things like, “Oh, the family came over in the Great Potato Famine,” whatever that means. They’re still having it, apparently. And um, so today a friend wrote me who’s done my genealogy and she said, “You know, you need to know that your great-great-great-great grandfather, Patrick O’Corgan, was from Dublin.” And I’d never put those pieces together until today. And that ancestor, who was my grandfather’s great-grandfather - however that works, I can’t do it - anyway, he came over in the 1700s, fought in the Revolutionary War, obviously kicked the English’s ass out. And also that famous war, the War of 1812. So...this is for the nice lady, my great-great-great grandfather, Patrick.
Half-Life of an Autodidact
The Long Goodbye
Mandarynne (piano)
Along the Santa Fe Trail (piano)
BC: See you in a few minutes, thank you so much.
[set break]
Wound
Thirty-three
BC: [tape cuts in] When I was married.
Lady in crowd: And I’ll meet you at the eclipse!
BC: And we were told that it would never happen. See, I still remember all the things that everyone says. That is the one where they were wrong. (laughs) They said the Cubs would never win either. It’s okay, that’s my sense of humor. A heh heh heh.
Lady in crowd: We’ll be there!
Tonight, Tonight
We Only Come Out at Night
To Sheila
That’s the Way (My Love Is)
Hard Times
Shame
Ramona
Empires
BC: [tape cuts in] Thank you for coming out tonight, I appreciate it.
Harmageddon
Set the Ray to Jerry
BC: [tape cuts in] Thank you so much, thank you. [cuts]
Cardinal Rule
Of Wings
BC: [tape cuts in] Thank you so much, goodnight.
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