Farewell, David Lynch. I knew it wouldn't be long after his comments last year about how bad his lung health had become, but it still feels too soon.
Mal: Well said. Wasn't that well said, Zoe? Zoe: Had a kind poetry to it, sir.
'Out Of Gas'
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P.M. Marc - Jan 16, 2025 12:33:02 pm PST #3456 of 3458
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
-t - Jan 16, 2025 2:26:41 pm PST #3457 of 3458
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Oh, sad!
-t - Jan 16, 2025 4:55:52 pm PST #3458 of 3458
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
My fondness for Lynch is maybe more theoretical than actual practice of seeing his stuff. I always enjoyed hearing about what he was doing but have sampled his movies more than chased them all down. But, boy, Twin Peaks got into my psyche. From the premier, watching this strange new show with a few of the people that stayed in the one dorm room that had a TV after the Simpsons crowd cleared, listening to the soundtrack constantly, pouring over Laura Palmer's Diary and discussing it with coworkers at the movie theater. I still remember some article somewhere with an interview where he talked about how delighted he was to play with the concepts of ad time and maybe movie theaters should interrupt screenings to sell doughnuts. What a wonderful weirdo.
I'll always remember when DH and I would yell Pabst Blue Ribbon at each other at, like, hipster burrito places that served it as an homage to Blue Velvet and our friends had no idea what we were on about, they were drinking the PBR because it was $1 a can.