Heh

I do like how annoying those videos are.

There was a good documentary about Roky Erickson on at the film fest a couple of years ago. It's well worth hunting out. He got snapped for having a joint in Texas in the late 60s, ill-advisedly plead insanity, kept on escaping from the low security place he'd been put in, and was transferred to a high security place full of full-on insane murderers and rapists, with whom he promptly formed a band. After he'd been let out, he got some kind of official affidavit or something declaring that he was an alien from outer space.