billy-corganI’ve never been much of a Smashing Pumpkins fan. I may have come across a song here or there on the radio, but whatever I heard must never have really grabbed me. That is, until I heard a new song called “A Song for a Son” off their incrementally released newest album “Teargarden by Kaleidyscope.” The song, the first of 44 to be rolled out one at a time, is instantly likable, a straight ahead rocker that starts slowly, builds to a crescendo, and ends plaintively.

The son referred to in the title is not Billy Corgan’s, who basically is The Smashing Pumpkins. As he says about the song: “I think it’s got something to do about not having any kids and thinking about why I don’t have any kids. And then also kind of thinking about my relationship with my father — there’s some kind of connection there, but it’s not overt. I didn’t set out to write that, it just rolled out of me.”

I feel sorry for Mr. Corgan. My daughter turned 18 yesterday, and I have two younger boys, and one of the greatest blessings in the world is having and raising children. As King Solomon said long ago, “Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons (and daughters) born in one’s youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.”