Saturday night I was really lucky to get to go see Daniel Johnston perform at the Mohawk. I wish I knew more about him prior to seeing the show, other than that I think about him everytime I pass the sushi place on Guadalupe with his graffiti art on it, but my copy of The Devil and Daniel Johnston just came in from Netflix today.
The entire patio was packed and breathing in water from sweat and humidity, sort of like standing in a giant, soggy sponge. Good shows are always worth it, though. I've never liked being completely front row, so the new-used zoom lens I got has been really helpful and handy.