Why I admire David Lynch
Because he makes anxious, loopy, twisted dreams into maddening movie trips that stick in your head like a melody to a song that you can’t remember the name of.
Because he makes anxious, loopy, twisted dreams into maddening movie trips that stick in your head like a melody to a song that you can’t remember the name of.
I think that if I ever met him I would dump all the same lame words on him that every fan has said for 40 years, “Yer great man. Love ya, man”, and all that. Secretly (or not), I’d wish for him to take a liking to me and invite me over to the studio for a jam. Then we’d become best friends because we’re both left-handed bass players.
So, I want to meet Paul McCartney because I’m a Beatles nutcase just like the rest of you! And, when I was 13 and bought “McCartney II” and opened up the inner-sleeve, there was a picture of Paul standing at a Studer 16-track tape machine in his house making a record – and I thought, “That’s what I want to do!”. And I have done it to some extent. What a thrill!
Just A Story
I never know how to best fill these bits. More than that,
who really reads them anyway? You do? Why?!
Tell me something you want to know and I will tell you a story.
Promise.