A lot of times, I couldn’t afford to buy anything so I would just stand at the [West Hollywood Virgin Megastore] magazine rack and read about the people I admired who were living the life I wanted to live…. One night, I was there reading and dreaming and I felt someone looking at me. I looked up and there standing just a few feet from me in the doorway was none other than Robin Williams. He had obviously just been shopping and was carrying handled bags in both hands. We both stood there for a second and then he gave me this beaming, all-knowing smile that said,’Don’t worry, kid. You’ll get there.’ Then he slowly turned and exited stage right. It was a moment right out of Dead Poets Society or Good Will Hunting…
Robin Williams and Krist Novoselic in World’s Greatest Dad (2009).
Finally saw Richard Linklater's Boyhood last night, and it was as wonderful as everybody’s been saying. So it seemed like a good time to post Woodshock, Linklater’s 1985 short documentary on the punk-rock festival in Dripping Springs, Texas, which features a very young Daniel Johnston.
Seattle’s U-Men played the ‘85 installment of the festival (that’s most likely their infamous pink school bus in the video thumbnail), and U-Men singer John Bigley described the event in my book Everybody Loves Our Town: An Oral History of Grunge like so: ”Naked cliff-diving, eatin’ mushrooms, bathtubs full of marinated beef ribs. It was a mind-blower.”
L7 cover Blue Öyster Cult’s “This Ain’t the Summer of Love” (from the I Know What You Did Last Summer soundtrack).
“The worst case scenario would be someone that didn’t speak the language, so we couldn’t really tell what they were doing. But immediately the locks go down. And it smells. We ride one block, and they turn around and blow both our heads off.”
Needless to say, this scenario didn’t play out when I went hitchhiking with John Waters in NYC.