somehow i've never heard of this guy. i just watched a documentary about him called the devil and daniel johnston. highly recommend. (funny that the architect i work for is daniel johnson.) johnston is a songwriter, singer and artist. his work is raw, almost unpalatable from a craft standpoint. but his rawness isn't unrehearsed or careless. it's deeply felt, genuine. he believes he's right up there with the beatles. but he can barely manage his daily life. he turned off the engine of his father's plane while they were flying home from a gig and threw the keys out the window. they crashed and he enjoyed it, thought he'd done a good thing. what is it about people like this that endears us, awes us? i kept having the sense that the reality i think of as "real" is just a thin skin over the nature that johnston evokes. i've had the same sensation when talking with and dealing with some "crazy" people here in town.
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