David Lynch the artist. The painter. The filmmaker. The photographer. The musician. The weatherman.
In High School, I had an unrequited crush on a girl. We both liked Twin Peaks. I’d saved money to get an audio cassette of the soundtrack. When I heard it was her birthday, I gave it to her, and kept a very low-fi recording for myself.
When promoting the third season of Twin Peaks, he said “Anyone who creates is a friend of mine.” This means I was a friend of David Lynch. You were a friend of David Lynch. The kid making weird drawings on scrap paper? He’s a friend of David Lynch.
I listened to one of his songs today:
While it played, my cat sat atop one of our armchairs like a tomb guardian. He stared at the outside world. So focused. So intent. Fur twitching and settling. The song and the cat went together. I thought, “David Lynch would have loved this movie.”
Tonight, I’m watching David Lynch: The Art Life and dreaming.
Biomechanoid Blues 