Johnston is proof that ANYBODY can make a living in the music industry.
This guy has been around for 20+ years making crappy music and kindergarten
art for the sheeple that have been convinced to buy and think it's
cool. Seriously, if he didn't have a mental disability, nobody
would even give a fuck. I still don't. He keeps good company,
and has had amazing support from many artists that deserve respect
for their talent and generosity. His dickhead brother, Dick Johnston,
is also his manager. Lords around with a bad attitude and is extremely
possessive of his little treasure. Exploitative. Sorry. Think both
Daniel and his brother live a life of depravity. Without Daniel
being institutionalized for being bipolar and manic depressive,
Dickhead Johnston would be working @ Burger King. My friend sneaked
backstage was doing yoga stunt moves for Daniel. She wanted to share
stories and maybe more. Dickhead Johnston THREW HER OUT?!?! Excuse
me, my friend is a beauty. HellLOOOO??? Have you seen Daniel Johnston?
The pictures say everything. Kurt Cobain took interest in him, because
Kurt Cobain was fascinated with the mentally challenged. uhhh....
Courtney Love.... do I need to say more? So Kurt actually ignited
the Johnston outbreak.
are a few relevant facts lifted from Wikipedia:
Surprisingly Daniel held the crowd to the end of
his set. It was his 50th birthday party, even though his birthday
was still a week away. Got a birthday lameass cake that I wouldn't
feed to anybody I like. After his performance he said he was pissed
and was pacing backstage yelling. Said he had a bad time, and wasn't
happy. A couple good looking guys seemed like fans or worked with
the club and tried to console him, until Mr. DICK came to control
him AND the environment. Everybody I talked with conveyed the same
sentiments that are expressed in this review. If you don't agree
then email DICK and setup an interview. Write your own story, and
buy a t-shirt. If you don't know for sure, judge for yourself.
Here is a vid:
goes to show, with the right marketing (Atlantic Records, MTV) and
a good spokesperson (Kurt Cobain), you can sell shit to a cow.
Hell, put me on stage with a xylophone and a kazoo, I have my own
fucked story. Accused of being bipolar every time I am on the rag.
Way cuter too. Come on Atlantic Records, hook a girl up!
Show sucked, but I had a good time. Wanna freak show? Go see Jim