Surprising even myself, I managed to get a front-row (in the standing-room only section) of David Lynch’s interview/book signing last night. I find saying ‘excuse me’ in an exceedingly polite voice gets you right to the front, disarming people long enough for you to slip by. It even worked at a NIN concert. For those who would have liked to been there, it was recorded as a podcast here by Barnes and Noble and should be up in a day or so.
I did take pictures, and find they’re reflective of my own memory:
Vague, blurry, large chunks of information missing, and if the term can apply so(as I believe it can here), grainy. I have a crappy cameraphone and a shoddy recall ability, what can I say. My eyes aren’t in the best shape themselves, though I’ll tell you this- David Lynch has excellent hair. It sits on his head like a silver wave. While waiting for the show to start I read through most of his latest book, ‘Catching The Big Fish’, and found it cheered me. It’s written in short bursts, with each chapter heading a specific topic he expounds on…or doesn’t. He writes like he talks, in a maddeningly vauge yet strangely pragmatic voice. During the discussion, the host asked him to describe how you’d know if you found an idea. He said something like, “You’re walking down the street, and you like brunettes. All of a sudden you turn the corner and bang! there’s this redhead. And you know it’s love.”
The reading/recording included a trio of keyboard playing Brooklyn lasses called ‘Au Revoir, Simone’. I found myself torn between annoyance and envy(they said ‘like’ every other word and were fairly inarticulate, yet were touring the world and complemented by one of my favorite directors), and admiration (they started the band for no one but themselves and were surprised it took off, and are named after a line in Pee Wee’s Big Adventure). Their music was pleasant, if a bit bland.
Since I’ve just discovered how to de-phone my cameraphone pictures, I figured I’d share a few more:
Behold the mundanity!
