Billy Corgan de Smashing Pumpkins aclaró mal entendido sobre ‘el tiempo que le quedaba en la Tierra’

Días atrás, el hombre de Smashing Pumpkins, Billy Corgan preocupó a sus fans ante la posibilidad de que el músico estaría gravemente enfermo al subir una foto de su brazo conectado a una intravenosa en una clínica, asegurando que deseaba ‘aprovechar el tiempo que me queda en esta Tierra para hacer paces con Dios’ y aquí está la prueba:

El revuelo llegó a tal punto que el mismo Corgan tuvo que salir a aclarar el asunto y a través de su cuenta oficial en Instagram, Corgan publicó una extensa publicación en donde explicó bien la situación y esto fue lo que dijo:

“De forma muy ingenua, publiqué una fotografía con una aguja en mi brazo y un desvarío sobre hacer las paces con Dios en el tiempo que me quede en esta vieja Tierra, lo que le envió la señal a ciertos amigos de que estaba muy enfermo o buscaba simpatía (realmente me estaban inyectando vitaminas para combatir una gripe violenta). Entonces sí, estaba enfermo pero no, no de alguna forma que fuese seria, o si no no lo habría compartido por aquí”.

Felizmente solo tenía una gripe y esto pasa a cualquiera. Ahora nos preguntamos, ¿Por qué tenía el brazo tan dañado?

I've had a crazy life. Good crazy, but crazy nonetheless. For example. I saw this picture of myself the other day. Besides having a generally good idea of when it was taken (1993 or 1994) I don't remember actually taking the photo, nor do I remember countless others like it between the years 1991-2004. Now, perhaps that says something about my inability or desire to remember, but I'd argue it's an unfortunate result of the blur of those years. Which leads me to this time, or this moment, where like so many, I share a window (curated as it is) into my crazy life. As an example, we are currently in the studio with Rick Rubin. But unless I show you a picture of Rick sitting Buddha-like at a mixing desk, you probably wouldn't know that. Or when I, in a very naive way, post a shot with a needle in my arm and ramble on about making peace with God and time left on dear 'ol Earth, it sent some signal to friends and associates alike that I was sick or wanted other's sympathy. (As fact, it was an IV full of vitamins and homeopathy to assist in getting over this vicious flu). So yes, was sick, and no, not serious in any way nor would I share such info here because this window I'd prefer to be one where you see the sunlight streaming through. The only addendum to that is when I saw how others were reacting to their perception of my misguided and poorly worded message, I chose not to react in kind; in essence I let the shadows cast be whatever you-they-them want to believe. Because we live now in a world where perception often outweighs reality, and that's fine. So to that, here's a new pic I just took of me with my sandy-brown, curly hair flowing in the studio breeze. Lots of love, WPC #wpc

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