Disquiet and desire. What you want and what you're scared to try for. Where you've been and where you want to go. Something in a rock-and-roll song about wanting the girl, the car, the place to stand and be. Oh please God can you dig it.
Men make angry music and it's called rock-and-roll; women include anger in their vocabulary and suddenly they're angry and militant.
If rock-and-roll is well done, there's nothing so terribly wrong with that kind of music. But the lyrics are another story.
The Pumpkins love rock-and-roll, we absolutely love it, but we also think it's a flatulent, ego-serving kiddie playground. You can have your cake and eat it too.
I'm the kid of baby boomers, and the baby boomers listened to rock-and-roll, not thinking that Sinatra and Bennett were cool. I discovered this music on my own, which is why I really adopted it as my own music.
I think that I recall the nostalgic '50s: the start of early television and rock-and-roll, and I think everything seemed to get very generic. Not much has changed.
We've been told that there exists no other trove of rock-and-roll history that is anywhere near the size of this anywhere else.
I'm a huge fan of Canadian rock-and-roll. When I was growing up, Rush came out with a record called Hemispheres, and I must have listened to that record for two years straight. Even when I was asleep I had it on. So, yeah, whenever I hear a Rush tune, the first thing I think of is Toronto.