The week of LA characters continues with this guy, John Wesley Jermyn a.k.a. Crazy Robertson.
His schtick is pretty simple, Jermyn dances his ass off all day long on Robertson Boulevard amidst celebrities, tourists, paparazzi, and shoppers alike. Though the music changes, the boom box, black spandex pants, and visor are ever-present.
Crazy Robertson grew up in Hancock Park, a historic L.A. neighborhood that’s home to some of the city’s wealthiest families. His father managed one of L.A.’s largest Chevrolet dealerships. He went on to attend Pepperdine University. As anyone could guess from his ripped body and sweet moves, Jermyn has always been an athletic guy. But it turns out that after playing baseball for the university, Jermyn was actually selected by the Kansas City Royals in the 1969 Major League Baseball draft, and played a season for a Los Angeles Dodgers’ minor-league team in Bellingham, Wash. (He hit just .205 and made 12 errors in 63 games, according to the Society for American Baseball Research.)
But, it seems that 64-year old Crazy Robertson developed schizophrenia in the 70s, and his been living on the streets ever since. His sister lives in the Beverly Hills area, as do a few other friendly faces that make sure that Jermyn is safe and fed, and he receives 5% of the profits from a clothing line that features his photograph (though the owners of the company claim he prefers to be paid in food, liquor, and paper for his art projects).
Whatever way the cookie crumbles, Crazy Robertson is still out there dancing his heart out into the glass window fronts along Robertson Boulevard, the same way he has been for more than twenty years. If that’s what makes him happy, so be it. He is in L.A. icon.