I got into indian summer in glasgow, if only for the last 30 minutes.
After two hours of peering over the fence and being told to "fucking try it, c'mon!", we found a whole in the fence and sauntered in.
I got to see daniel johnston, which was all I cared about. He was rubbish and brilliant at the same time. Its really tragic watching him stumble his way through his brilliantly written old songs. He even had to have some other guy playing the guitar for him.
Anyway, that made my month (probably). It's good to say that i saw him once. He finished with a beatles cover that i dont know, but went "hey!" at the start of the chorus.
I would'ave stayed for wilco after he went off, but they were boring and shite, so I left.
Hopefully they won't have been able to find where we got in so we can got back tomorrow to watch the flaming lips and whoever else.
Im so fucking pleased just now.