Hello all...been awhile since I've posted...but here's a goodie...last week I got a chance to see Daniel Johnston at Spaceland in Silverlake...a shitty-ass hipster enclave near Hollywood full of metrosexuals and trust-fund conceptual artists...real trendy and So Cal superficial cocaine mayhem boho poseurs...so Daniel Johnston comes onstage and the crowd goes fucking blitzkrieg because he's got a movie out about him...fine-assed looking bitches and dudes dressed like young male prostitutes all screaming and yelling like he's the resurrection of THE LORD and the poor man looks nervous-as-hell...shaky and smoking a cigarrette with long, hard draws...and all around you can hear bits of scattered conversation and commentary..."wonder if he'll go crazy"..."isn't he amazing!!!"... and the man--older...paunchy...tired and rundown sits down at the piano and plays a bunch of songs nobody knows...all block chords and shaky voiced...no guile, no cleverness, no irony...just songs of love in plain language and simple melodies...the crowd laughs at the sincerity...these indie-yuppies can't understand what they are seeing...a guy who is not cool and who doesn't (or can't) give a fuck and shrug it off...DJ then plays some guitar and as he announces the "last song of the night"...some of the crowd actually boos...don't they know that this man is emotionally disturbed and heavily medicated?...But DJ just looks down and says "Sorry, but I try."...And the hip scenesters were exposed for the nothing assholes that they are the world over....