i went to the daniel johnston concert tonight with anne, and i knew it would be good, but i have no idea what the bloody hell just happened. and not just to me, i know every single fucking soul in that muggy dim-lit room all felt it, too.
i'm..i'm just so heavy. i mean....heavy. that's the best i can describe it. like a sunken ship rusting in those untouched depths. and there are these eddies churning inside the middle of my being that i know will never leave. his shaky voice of longing and jokes and truth. his trembling hands. his closed eyes. beard covered in cake. a, now, fifty year old dreamer.
i felt him hold each of our hearts tonight. and i felt his, tattered and broken. completely shredded. so helpless. with nothing but a cheap guitar. it hurt so terribly. i can't even type or attempt to explain this to you any further. i am eternally haunted and eternally caressed.

anne got a recording of "true love will find you in the end"
listen here.