Danny Barnes

Danny Barnes

As an instrumental virtuoso with a wildly curious nature, the 47-year-old songwriter, banjo player, and guitarist is known for genre cross-pollination: He has played bluegrass with Austin band the Bad Livers, jazz with Bill Frisell, and country with Robert Earl Keen. Pizza Box (ATO), Barnes’s first album on a major label, counts Dave Matthews as a collaborator.

You grew up in Belton. What do you remember about your upbringing? It was kind of austere—a farming community. But I have good memories of the people there who played music.

Was your family musical? Not so much. But they were big music fans. My dad was an original rockabilly dude—he raced cars and went to see Elvis in Waco—and my parents had a huge admiration for all the Opry stars: Hank Williams, Red Foley, Bob Wills. I grew up thinking those guys were the greatest expression of humanity, and I wanted to participate in that. Early on I got my hands on a banjo, and at church—I grew up in the Church of Christ—we sang a cappella, so I got into that. Then in my teens, I had a punk rock band, and I’d go to Austin and play at this one place, Raul’s. Or I’d go to the Armadillo and see all those bands—the Clash, the Dead Boys, Elvis Costello, Nick Lowe, Talking Heads, the Ramones. Austin was such a nexus.

So why the banjo? I don’t know. One thing that’s always weirded me out about the banjo is that the hand motions don’t look like they would make those sounds. I’ve been playing for 37 years, and to this day, I see my hands, and it’s like I’m looking at a dubbed Japanese movie or something. But the sound just drives me crazy—it’s a preverbal attachment. I had to escape the typical association of the banjo to incorporate it into the music I was interested in: techno, glitch, punk rock.

The Bad Livers had a long run but fell apart rather suddenly in 2000. I realized I was writing a lot of songs that didn’t have a place in

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