
Interviewing Daniel Johnston, the subject of an April 3 Westword profile, is, to put it mildly, a unique experience, as will be clear to any reader of the following Q&A.
First, some set-up. I arranged my chat with Daniel’s father, Bill, who helps manage his son’s career and lives in a house next door to his in the small community of Waller, Texas. Bill told me to phone at 10:30 a.m. the next morning. When I did, however, Bill revealed that Daniel was still asleep and suggested that I call back that afternoon. I phoned again at the appointed time, but Daniel still hadn’t gotten out of bed. Bill speculated that the reason could have something to do with low blood sugar – Daniel suffers from diabetes in addition to an array of mental ailments generally grouped under the bi-polar heading – and advised me to try once more the next morning in the not-so-reliable 10:30 a.m. slot. Turns out Daniel hadn’t risen by then, either, and Bill didn’t feel like waiting to find out if he’d resurrect himself. This time, he said to call in just fifteen minutes, and when I did, Daniel answered, sounding a bit groggy – hence the moderately confused tone of the early questions below.
Fortunately, though, Daniel warmed up as the conversation progressed, ultimately revealing plenty about his day-to-day life. He touched upon his touring routine, which calls for him to perform with a different band in every town (just like Chuck Berry back in the day); the increased size of his audience since the release of the acclaimed 2005 documentary The Devil and Daniel Johnston; the question of whether the film exploited the often tragic and/or tragicomic aspects of his life; the opportunity to meet again with a long-gone acquaintance named Laurie, about whom he wrote a vast number of tunes; past dust-ups in Austin, including one that landed him in jail; his last real job – at an Austin McDonald’s; the death of Captain America, one of his favorite comic-book characters; Target’s use of a ditty he penned in a commercial; and, recurringly, his ongoing bouts with depression, which causes him to “hibernate like a bear,” and the occasional relief he feels when he makes music and art.
May he continue to keep misery at bay for as long as possible: