|
|
 |
|
|
|
|
I
Know Casper Personally •
by Jeff Feuerzeig, writer/director of The Devil and Daniel Johnston
I remember the day I woke up and decided I had to have a Casper The
Friendly Ghost outfit. It was a hazy Los Angeles morning and I was about
to get on a plane and make the final pilgrimage to the godforsaken and
god-blessed town of Waller, Texas. I had been documenting legendary
artist and musician Daniel Johnston for the last two-and-a-half years
and this was to be our final shoot together.
I had been wracking my brain for days about what to do for Daniel to
make the end of our journey together special. This was certainly a tall
order as giving Daniel Johnston something is like trying to find the
perfect gift for the man who has everything. It’s not like Daniel
really needs anything, as he has every Beatles record (including John,
Paul, George, Ringo, Yoko, the Rutles and Julian Lennon solo outings)
ever committed to vinyl as well as a comic book collection that would
rival the founders of DC and Marvel Comics put together.
In the visionary Daniel Johnston mind all things truly are equal—the
commercials are just as good as the TV programs they are sandwiched
between and that dark period in high school that I have been trying
to block out for years where Journey, Kansas and REO Speedwagon ruled
the airwaves are truly fond memories in my manic depressed friend’s
imaginary world.
Through the unlikely combination of arrested development, high glycemic
intake, and massive amounts of pop culture, Daniel Johnston has truly
achieved a Buddhist-like state of enlightenment. In fact, in recent
years (due to diabetes Type 2), he now even resembles a Buddha. A sprinkling
of right-wing Christianity is just the sea salt and pepper on his beautiful
mind.
So I posed the question one last time, “What is it that Daniel
Johnston cherishes more than all of his other material and spiritual
possessions?” And voila—a cartoon bubble popped right out
of my head with the answer: Casper The Friendly Ghost!
Yes indeed. Casper is the character that embodies all things to Daniel
Johnston, the character that he has written about in song more times
than any other, the character that he has drawn the most out of his
entire universe of characters, the character that was the only friend
he could talk to (on his beloved Casper The Friendly Ghost drinking
glass) when he was holed up in his brother’s garage in Houston,
Texas and the character that he actually became for a period of time
as he dressed completely in white and thought of himself as a Christian
warrior that was here to save the world from the Devil.
I decided my gift would be the perfect Casper The Friendly Ghost outfit.
Now the only hitch in my plan was where was I going to find this outfit
as my plane was leaving in three hours? Luckily I had recently moved
to Hollywood, California and world famous Adele’s Hollywood Costume
Shop was just down the street. Surely Adele would be a superhero and
save the day. So I packed my bags, hopped in my all white Jeep and sang
Daniel’s song “Casper The Friendly Ghost” as I drove
over.
He was smiling through his own personal hell
Dropped his last dime down a wishing well
But he was hoping too close
And then he fell
Now he’s Casper the friendly ghost
I continued singing as I pulled up in front of Adele’s and
felt myself floating up her cement staircase.
No one ever treated him nice
While he was alive
You can’t buy no respect
Like the librarian said
But everybody respects the dead
They love the friendly ghost
Once inside this veritable costume emporium I had to admit that not
only was Daniel Johnston a catchy guy, but also really understood the
power and fun of Halloween. This place was literally filled with costumes
of all of Daniel’s favorite characters: King Kong, Marilyn Monroe,
Frankenstein, Woody Allen, The Beatles, a wide assortment of Devils
with various horn sizes and hovering above it all as if in suspended
animation, a bleached-white Casper The Friendly Ghost costume complete
with a ghostly sheet and white Al Jolson theatrical gloves. The moment
was truly translucent as I contemplated my obsession with a mentally
ill singer/songwriter who thinks he is Casper and me standing in world
famous Adele’s about to make his dream come
true with one swipe of an American Express card.
|
|
| |
|
|
|