We celebrate the life and work of singer-songwriter and Sparklehorse frontman Mark Linkous, who will be remembered as one of the most earnest, distinctive American songwriters of his generation. Truly, he will be missed.
An audience member shouts: “We love your pain.” Others concur with hoots and hollers. And herein lies the question that haunts the cult of Daniel Johnston: Why are we here -- for the songs or for the story?
Johnston, with his outsized continuously overflowing personality, coupled with the sheer mass of his output, seems to exert a strong gravitational pull, luring everything into his own orbit, making it his own.
Whether he approves of it or not, Johnston is the elected champion of the unknown, the neglected yet respected, a representative for every hermetic songwriter crafting never-heard classics in his basement.