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Undoubtedly Brilliant David Lynch
That time I talked with David Lynch
Of course, I’d seen the movies of David Lynch.
Their eerie violence gave me the creeps. But also made me smile. And then the amused up-turned lips on my face would cause me to question if I were a creepier creep than Moby.
The entire time I watched The Straight Story, a sweet film about an old man who drives a tractor across Iowa to see his ailing brother, I was at the edge of my seat. I anxiously awaited something hilariously horrible to happen, like maybe his head would randomly explode or he’d discover a severed ear.
It didn’t necessarily have to be an ear. Any unattached appendage would have been perfectly Lynchian.
So the first thing that surprised me when I heard David Lynch speak was his squeaky, creaky, grandpa voice.
It was just so unexpected.
Evidently my spook-bias had imagined a voice more like that of Alfred Hitchcock. or Vincent Price, or even Rod Serling.
But Lynch spoke with an almost innocent enthusiasm about his deep passion — not for film — for meditation.
He’d spoken a bit about his meditation practice through the years. But it seemed to me he’d recently become very vocal on the subject, like someone who’d…
