a get it on; a get together, ya know, being with it
so tonight was the big daniel johnston show at spaceland. the ticket said it started at 9, so me and john practically break our necks to get there on time only to find out that daniel wasn't going to go on till 11:30. so we walked around the hilly neighborhoods nearby, hoping that we wouldn't get killed by a car or picked up by the fuzz for walking in secret neighborhoods.
so we get back there with an hour to kill so we drank a little smoked a little, were bored a lot, and finally 11:30 rolls around so we go to the stage area and the previous band, the irvings, are still on. and we think they're just killing time till daniel gets himself together. the irvings are finally finished at 11:45 and me and john go the front of the stage so we can see daniel and so i can take a picture of him. usually i don't care about taking pictures of performers, but you can't go to a daniel show and NOT take pictures. so me and john wait around for about 10-15 minutes and i start getting panicky and there is like no one standing around us. finally i ask these people standing behind us if daniel is playing or what and they tell us he isn't going on cuz he got food poisoning or something like that. so i'm pissed and the kicker is that we didn't hear the announcement cuz we were in the other room waiting for daniel and they said if people wanted their money back that they should have left when they made the announcement. so not only did we drive all the way to silverlake (really early) and wait around, but we got no daniel johnston, and we didn't get our money back.
so we went to the motherload, which was packed to the wall with fags, and then the black scary woman in the motarized wheelchair who sells inscense chased me and john down the street, screaming and laughing at us.
so we get back there with an hour to kill so we drank a little smoked a little, were bored a lot, and finally 11:30 rolls around so we go to the stage area and the previous band, the irvings, are still on. and we think they're just killing time till daniel gets himself together. the irvings are finally finished at 11:45 and me and john go the front of the stage so we can see daniel and so i can take a picture of him. usually i don't care about taking pictures of performers, but you can't go to a daniel show and NOT take pictures. so me and john wait around for about 10-15 minutes and i start getting panicky and there is like no one standing around us. finally i ask these people standing behind us if daniel is playing or what and they tell us he isn't going on cuz he got food poisoning or something like that. so i'm pissed and the kicker is that we didn't hear the announcement cuz we were in the other room waiting for daniel and they said if people wanted their money back that they should have left when they made the announcement. so not only did we drive all the way to silverlake (really early) and wait around, but we got no daniel johnston, and we didn't get our money back.
so we went to the motherload, which was packed to the wall with fags, and then the black scary woman in the motarized wheelchair who sells inscense chased me and john down the street, screaming and laughing at us.