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Every tale about the band Slint begins with retrospect. A couple guys who’d known each other a long time got together in Louisville, KY, to make a band named after a goldfish. On their second album they created one of the greatest LPs in rock music, Spiderland. They came through Bimbo’s in North Beach last Monday.

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Oooh, we hope Gavin starts jumping up and down on Bruce Pettit's City Desk Newshour couch next! Matier and Ross report that Gavin, a tireless warrior for nookie, eagerly accepted an invitation from his latest conquest, CSI Miami actress Sofia Milos, for a trip to LA. A stay at the Chateau Marmont -- where he could see Jessica Simpson, also canoodling while waiting for her divorce to become final; maybe some strolling down Melrose, and then a benefit dinner for the "Citizens' Commission for Human Rights." Sounds great, right? A little work, a lotta play! Whoot-whoot! Well. It turns out Sofia Milos is a very active Scientologist. And the innocuously-named Citizens Commission for Human Rights? A Scientology-funded organization that advocates against the use of psychiatric drugs. You remember, the group that went after post-partumly depressed Brooke Shields. Oh, we get it now! This'll be great for the mentally ill homeless population -- Care Not Lithium! (what is it with our town and the Scientology medical controversies, anyways?) Aides pointed this out to Newsom. (It's not like they hide it or anything -- their website says that Kurt Cobain died from psychiatric drug use. Funny, we always thought Kurt Cobain died from a gunshot wound to the head.) Newsom was like, whatevs, and went anyway. That guy is desperate for love! Unrelated, but amusing, picture of Globetrotter Gavin at last year's March Gladness tournament.

We've heard a lot of buzz about , a meditative account of a suicidal musician's final hours, inspired by the life and death of Kurt Cobain. You could read more about the film here, or you could cut to the chase and see it at 7:30 tonight at the Embarcadero for free!

We should confess that, before seeing the Sundance award-winning documentary The Devil and Daniel Johnston this Sunday for the second weekend of IndieFest, we didn't know very much about the eponymous singer-songwriter -- liked that charmingly-naive Speeding Motorcycle song, remembered vaguely that Kurt Cobain had worn a Johnston shirt at the MTV Video Music Awards one year, and oh yeah, wasn't he also mentally ill, but not the guy who did that "Alanis Morrisette" song? Forty-four year old Daniel Johnston's life is sort of an outsider artist indie rock legend -- he drifted into Austin, Texas in the mid-80s, after dropping out of the circus (no, really!). He wandered around town, giving out copies of his album Hi How Are You, which he had recorded himself on a Sony boom box. People found the songs compelling, and when MTV swung into town for their show The Cutting Edge, they thought Johnston's crazy antics would make for good TV. Unfortunately, the crazy antics were probably also a sign that Johnston was becoming increasingly bipolar. The Devil and Daniel Johnston documents Johnston's life, music, and his mental illness, through interviews with family members, friends, and Johnston's own archives. Johnston, a profilic artist, had been making biographical films and cassettes since he was a child and sending tape-recorded letters to his friends, and granted the filmmakers access to the material. It's really an amazing and thought-provoking film. Art by Daniel Johnston