The routine of my morning commute through Queens NYC to midtown Manhattan quickly became a mundane tradition. The bustle of the city during the first phase of rush hour may seem exciting but it faded into the background of my mind as my headphones swallowed the subway noise and translated them into symphonies to my ears. But even then, Playlists get old. One particularly boring morning I heard the notes of cherub rock in my head and I immediately searched for the band. This would be my first thorough encounter with The Smashing Pumpkins. The nostalgic sound of the lyrics brought me back to my childhood, where I played guitar hero with my siblings. I clicked on Tristessa and never heard anything like it before. Much like many of my morning routines, at least one song from this album is played over coffee and is navigated through the tunnels of nyc. But I’ve yet to get bored of the sounds that sound so unique to me. As the album reaches a milestone of a birthday, tomorrow so will I.