Showing posts with label Billy Corgan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Billy Corgan. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Tales of the South Side & Billy Corgan: Barks Coleman's Childhood Home for Sale



By Bob Goldsborough
Special to the Tribune
7:48 a.m. CDT, April 28, 2014
The four-bedroom, raised ranch-style house in west suburban Glendale Heights where Smashing Pumpkins founder and frontman Billy Corgan spent much of his preteen and teenage years has been listed for $175,000.
One of the most successful rockers ever to come out of the Chicago area, Corgan, 47, now lives in a massive vintage mansion on Lake Michigan in Highland Park.
But for close to a decade -- from 1977 until he graduated from Glenbard North High School in Carol Stream in 1985 -- Corgan hung his hat in his family’s 1,531-square-foot house in Glendale Heights.
Corgan’s father, blues and rock guitarist William Corgan Sr., and stepmother, Penelope, paid $49,000 for the house in 1977, according to public records. After the couple divorced in 1983, Corgan, his brother and his half-brother all continued living in the home with his stepmother, according to court records.
After graduating from high school, Corgan moved to St. Petersburg, Fla. for a brief stint before returning to Chicago and proceeding to form the Smashing Pumpkins. In 1986, Penelope Corgan sold the house for $80,000 to . . . 

I deserve a big old spank for not giving Chicago rock retiree and celebrity pain-in-the-ass his props, yesterday! Well, I was busy and that is certainly no excuse.  The Chicago Tribune posted the above article on the front page, because Billy Corgan's "childhood' home is on the realtor's block.

How about that? Well, did you know this ?

Driving home from Leo High School yesterday, I took a turn west through the old neighborhood along 76th Street.  I noticed a for sale sign on former the home of Terry "Barks" Coleman. Barks was the son of button accordion genius Maurice " Mossie" Coleman who immigrated to Chicago during the Irish Civil War from northwest County Kerry.

Mossie Coleman was a pathologically taciturn gentleman, who closely kept his own counsel, but otherwise spoke volumes when his huge fingers danced on the buttons of his vintage Salterell  Le Bouebe with like of Joe Shannon,  John McGreevy,  Eleanor Neary,  James Keane,Sr, Frank Thornton, Jimmy Neary, Maida Sugrue and the great Terry Teahan at Hanley's House of Happiness on 79th Street, AOH's Cannon Hall on Halsted and at every Ceile in Chicago.

Mossie worked as a stationary oiler/fireman at the old Audy Home which was a very good trade and bought the Georgian two-story home at 76th & Wood Street in 1955. Mrs. Coleman worked as a waitress at the Beverly Woods Banquet Hall in Morgan Park on the weekends and raised the four boys Terry, Austin, Brice and Maurice, who later went by Maurey eschewing the Turkey bird*cognomen.

Terry was my age and pal'd it up all through grammar school and into high school.  Terry became "Barks," in 6th Grade when he came to school each day with a nasty chest-deep cold and emitted massive Barks when he coughed and annoyed the perpetually annoyed Sister Doralese, RSM.  " Barking, Barking Barking Terry Coleman! Ye'll bark yer last on the next go round, my fine man! No room in the TB home for the likes of ye?" She was as pretty as she was nice.

Barks has that name, like every young person who grew up on the south side and a handle attached by dint of signal flaw, physical, ancestral, or moral to his/her presence on earth.  Barks fit Terry Coleman like a glove, or cheap pants.  He will carry that name into eternity.

Barks learned button accordion from his father and transferred his talents and skills to the Farfisa Mini-Organ in 1966 and played with a local garage band at dances, block parties and beer summits in the abandoned house Ronnie Graff and Al McFarland discovered over by Lindbloom High School.  Barks Coleman was in demand as a musician and was picked up by Cyrcul Jerques - 
Five neat guys from Little Flower, Tommy More and St Sabina's parishes - That's Barks at the keys in the greaseball shades.

 Barks could do all the requisite organ and piano riffs to the best tunes of 1960's. He could Paul Revere, Young Rascal, Wilson Pickett, Vanilla Fudge, Kingsman and Steppenwolf with the best of them.

His old house is up for sale, just like Uncle Fester of Smashing Pumpkins. 




* "In the South side of Chicago, the term "turkey bird" is often used to describe a person who was born in Ireland. Although both my parents were Irish American, my father was a "turkey bird," while my mother was born in the United States. My siblings and I often affectionately referred to our father and his Irish-born friends as "turkey birds." Neither my father nor his friends ever took offense to this term and, in fact, used the term themselves to define a person’s exact roots. Recently one of my brothers was at a family party and started to discuss the origin of this term with a nephew (whose father also was born in Ireland). A woman, who is not of Irish heritage herself, but whose husband was born in Ireland, overheard the conversation and took great offense to the discussion. From where did this term originate? Is this term used throughout the United States? Has the nature of this term changed? Is it now considered offensive? Was it always offensive and my father and his friends just had thick skins?"  Kathleen Klinger

Thursday, February 21, 2013

What Would Billy Corgan Think of Me?



Billy Corgan and Walter E.Smithe consult attorneys.

I woke up from a very deep sleep. . .great anxiety!  Gathering my thoughts and the bedclothes, that had been kicked to the floor in physical reaction to what must have been a moderate to mild nightmare, I framed the pieces of unconscious/subconscious images, sounds and patterns in fully conscious awareness that I had not given a thought to Billy Corgan.  I was troubled by this somnolent revelation.

In fact, I had not given Billy Corgan a thought for well over decade.  I listen to WCDPG =90.5 FM in the carand no longer need to cringe and fumble the dial away when WXRT dutifully plays one Billy's nasally screeches.

The last time that I gave Billy Corgan my fullest attention occured around the time that Chicago pulled the plug on the Pumpkins' Grant Park show in 1998 and every bed-wetter with a column whined to the 5th Floor "What about the Pumpkins, Man?  This is Harsh. So, Not Cool!"

Evidently, I am supposed to care and care deeply about Billy Corgan, because his fleshy dome is ubiquitous in Chicago media -print-web-tube.

Nothing for it but to soldier-on!  I am sure that Jesse and Sandy Jackson are not allowing the restless sleep of the previous night keep them from being about the obligations of the day!



My day has been productive and I am fulfilling my obligations contractual, parental, romantic, and theological; nevertheless, I continue to worry that I am not devoting as much thought to Billy Corgan, artist, musician, coffee bartender, salesman, wrestling aficionado, Hair Club For Men Eschewer and friend of Bill Kurtis's old lady as anyone who calls himself a true Chicagoan should.  I am quite sure that Chief Keef's every waking thought is with Billy Corgan.

There are beliefs that can not go ignored - I believe in the Holy Spirit,  the holy catholic church,  the communion of saints,  the forgiveness of sins,  the resurrection of the body,  and the life everlasting;
I believe that only a man and a woman can produce a child through marriage.  I do not believe that at my age I should use hair coloring.  I know that I do not at this time suffer from what is commercially warned as Low T, ED, or MSNBC.  I believe in One God, the Father the Almighty Maker of Heaven and Earth . . .I do believe that I have given Billy Corgan sufficient thought.

I do not know Billy Corgan would agree.  That troubles me some.

Monday, December 08, 2008

GQ City - Now that's something! . . . What - I have no idea!


Chicago is a Gentleman's Quarterly (GQ) City and Chicago's Media is abuzz and a tingle with raffishly preening pride!

Craven sophisticates like Billy Dec, the late Studs Terkel, former Aldermen Burt Natarus, Arenda Troutman, rocker and Uncle Fester look-alike Billy Corgan have helped make this City. Sing with me now, that great Folk Ballad by fellow Cosmopolitans Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard! That Chicago GQ Anthem that always brought a smile to Studs Terkel when he trod the terra! Come on Chicago! Forget the Thugs on your back-porch! Sing Out!

Clean shirt, new shoes
And I dont know where I am goin to.
Silk suit, black tie,
I dont need a reason why.
They come runnin just as fast as they can
Coz every girl crazy bout a sharp dressed man.

Gold watch, diamond ring,
I aint missin a single thing.
And cufflinks, stick pin,
When I step out Im gonna do you in.
They come runnin just as fast as they can
Coz every girl crazy bout a sharp dressed man.

Top coat, top hat,
I dont worry coz my wallets fat.
Black shades, white gloves,
Lookin sharp and lookin for love.
They come runnin just as fast as they can
Coz every girl grazy bout a sharp dressed man.