David Lynch

RIP to one of my biggest influences – the great David Lynch. Your films have meant so much to me, for such a majority of my life, that it’s hard to comprehend a time when I won’t have a next project of yours, or one of your insightful and amusing anecdotes, to look forward to.

I’ll never forget my first time seeing Eraserhead, which has long been my favorite film – watching it from the front balcony row of a seedy, dimly-lit San Francisco theater, smoking cigarettes and barely able to comprehend the images that came on the screen. Hammering us with surrealist genius, scene after scene. I left that night dizzy from the experience and most certainly transformed.

I will always treasure the opportunity I had to see you in person, at an Inland Empire Q&A, where you took to the stage with Chris Isaak and his band, and backed them up by playing a tiny pair of maracas.

Thank you for Eraserhead. Thank you for The Elephant Man. Thank you for Dune. Thank you for Blue Velvet. Twin Peaks. On the Air. Wild at Heart. Lost Highway. Mulholland Drive. The Straight Story. Inland Empire. The Alphabet. The Grandmother. The list of your works which have made their mark on me goes on and on.

But, most of all, thank you for being here with all of us – in this microscopic speck of our Universe’s infinite timeline, for a time which was, most definitely, too short.