Showing posts with label David Lynch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Lynch. Show all posts

Saturday, February 1, 2025

In Dreams...And Nightmares...He Walked With Us

When I posted my first little tribute to David Lynch, I could post something the moment I heard the news because the album had already been edited, and so had the album art, so I just needed to do my write-up and post the whole shebang. But I wasn't quite done, as with Françoise Hardy last year, where I did a stopgap release when I heard about her death, then got to work to do a home-cooked compilation. Though I must've had much more time then, as both posts were just 24 hours apart. It took me a good while longer to do a David Lynch project that would do the man, his work, and most of all the music in it justice. 

I wanted to do essentially a mixtape-style compilation  of the songs and score tracks I mostly associate with Lynch, in a sequencing that would hopefully weave and waver like Lynch's films did. Then, when I had a whole 25-track comp ready to go - tagged, bagged, artwork-stacked - I realized I had not included Connie Stevens' "Sixteen Reasons", a track featured in Mulholland Drive, but not on its soundtrack. So I went back to the drawing board, recovered a couple of other things from the cutting room floor and finally arrived at this, a 30 track, 78-minute trip through the musical mind and imagination of David Keith Lynch, In Dreams I Walk With You - A Musical Journey Through Lynch Land.  

In dreams, David Lynch walked with us, but even moreso in nightmares. In the last weeks I rewatched two of his most lasting dreams-turned-nightmares (or nightmares-turned-dreams-turned-nightmares-again), Lost Highway and Mulholland Drive, with interesting results. I hadn't seen Lost Highway in about 25 years, so I barely remembered anything besides freaky as shit Robert Blake, the fact that Bill Pullman transmorphs into Balthazar Getty and, for some reason, the tailgating scene, where gangster Mr. Eddie beats an asshole driver into a pulp because the one thing he can't abide is tailgating. But I had completely forgotten about the video tapes that start the, uh, mystery plot, for example, and realize that maybe Michael Haneke nicked these for Caché. So, while there was a ton of cool stuff to rediscover, the movie still makes not a lick of sense in any traditional way. But man, if Lynch can't keep your attention with the moving lurking camera in the first twenty minutes, or with a piece of pure cinema, set to This Mortal Coil's amazing version of "Song To The Siren". I can't embed a Youtube video here since it's NSFW stuff, but it's this scene

The rewatch of Mulholland Drive was a bit of a letdown, though. I, like many, had it tagged as Lynch's masterpiece, as when I first saw it, it blew me away, and kept its spell even on a second viewing. I don't know, maybe I wasn't in the mood, but the magic didn't work this time. Don't get me wrong, the movie is still an amazing salvage job by Lynch, to turn what was an open-ended mystery full of non sequiturs into something making sense and holding up pretty well. But it can not hide the fact that it is a shaggy dog story. And while that makes a wholelot of sense considering Mulholland Drive's production history, I realized that after the relatively stringent and cohesive (by Lynch standards) Blue Velvet, every Lynch film apart from The Straight Story is a shaggy dog story. That's just how Lynch functions, he has no use or need for conventional plotting. Which of course makes him the 'take it or leave it'-proposition he is for most folks. 

In Dreams I Walk With You - A Musical Journey Through Lynch Land covers every Lynch movie besides The Elephant Man and Dune, both of which aren't real Lynchian Lynch movies and whose scores I felt didn't mingle well with the rest, despite quite liking Toto's work on Dune. And of course I included a bunch of stuff from both Twin Peaks series. Despite being a mild dispappointment on rewatch, Mulholland Drive is the most represented Lynch project here with a whooping six selections, followed by the original Twin Peaks series with four, not counting spoken word segments. Yes, friends, I smuggled two recordings from Dale Cooper to Diane into the mix. 

Angelo Badalamenti, Lynch's musical mstermind and partner in crime, is of course all over this collection, as the first thing that comes to mind for me when I think of Lynch's projects are Badalamenti's inimitable and lush synth scores. Hell, I even indulge Lynch's weird and thankfully shortlived romance with industrial rock/heavy metal in the mid-90s that was all over the soundtrack of Lost Highway. As the representative of that kind of music I have a snatch of Rammstein's "Rammstein", but only a snatch. Rammstein feels like the kind of band that's better to listen to as instrumentals, and I quite like the creeping menace of the song's intro, because as soon as Till Lindemann's teutonic rolling R's come around I usually switch the channel. Like a lot of score cues, "Rammstein" has been edited, this one more brutally than others, though, for only a taste of Lynch's weird industrial periods. Most other edits are score cues running a little long for my tastes concerning the flow of the selection, thogh I did edit two tracks from Lost Highway together as a little medley, Badalamenti's "Fred's World" and Bowie's "I'm Deranged". And I did a ton of work on transitions, fade outs, etc. to have a continuous and nicely flowing musical landscape.

In Dreams I Walk With You - A Musical Journey Through Lynch Land inhabits that sweet spot (I think) between Lynch's obsession with 50's and early 60's music (which no one could make sound as sinister as he did) and the lush scoring of Badalamenti, with a dash of Lynch's penchant for sultry female vocalists and retro rockabilly-era crooners. If I did my job right, and I think I did, this should take you away into Lynch Land for about an hour and twenty minutes. 

In dreams and nightmares, Lynch walked with us. Walk with him for a while...


 







Thursday, January 16, 2025

So Long David, Hopefully Now You Can Reach Transcendance...

Ah, what the hell. My wife just walked in the room and casually said, "Hey, you've seen that David Lynch is dead, right?!". Uh. No. Nope. Haven't seen that. Damn. It's been a while we've heard from or seen something from Lynch since his return to Twin Peaks, but in the new changed media and cinema landscape that didn't seem overly surprising. His death? Surprising, though, at least for me. I hadn't heard anything about him being sick or what have you. Just read up about him living with emphysema for the last couple of years due to starting smoking at age 8 (!) and his evacuation due to the wildfire in and around Los Angeles seemingly doing him in. Damn. 

I also just realized he didn't do anything for a decade between Inland Empire and Twin Peaks: The Return. Double Damn. Then again, I hated Inland Empire with a passion back in the day and had sort of crossed Lynch off my priority list. Still, not knowing that makes me grumpy. Because while I'm not the biggest Lynch fan on the planet, there are a bunch of films from him that I like or love. Mulholland Drive is fantastic. Blue Velvet is a deranged classic. Hell, I even like his version of Dune and Lost Highway, despite the latter being utterly baffling, no matter how you slice it. I can't really get on board with Wild At Heart and - I might have mentioned it - I hate hate hate Inland Empire, that long ugly-as-hell insane torture device of a film. But yeah, if you were a budding cineaste like I was in the mid 90s there's no way that your education didn't include some David Lynch. 

So. I obviously had planned something different to go up on the site tomorrow, but January continues to surprise me - and by proxy you - with more unforeseen stuff. So, something Lynch-related it is. I had foreseen to post my version of the The Music Of David Lynch album at some point, so obviously 'some point' has just turned into tonight. The Music Of David Lynch was a live concert memento of a charity event benefitting the David Lynch Foundation that was issued in 2016. But my version is, as usual, quite different from the original configuration. I completely reconfigured the sequencing and I threw off the track by Moby (which for me just didn't fit in with the mood of the rest of the record). Duran Duran's "The Chauffeur" already was close to the cut line, but I kept that track for something a little more muscular in the middle of the mostly moody stuff. I threw out David Lynch's "Poem Of Unknown Origin", an exercise in child-like simplicity. Sorry, David. And I obviously got rid of speeches calling for contributions, since unless you were there, that's something you probably need to listen to exactly zero times. 

So, what about the music of The Music Of David Lynch? Rebekah Del Rio reprises her classic "Llorando" segment from Mulholland Drive. Tennis And Twin Peaks channel their inner Roy Orbison/Dean Stockwell with "In Dreams", recalling the most memorable sequence of Blue Velvet. Lykke Li gives a moody reading of Chris Isaak's moody breakthrough "Wicked Game". Jim James uses his finest falsetto to interpret "Sycamore Trees" from Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me, doing his best Jimmy Scott interpretation. And of course we couldn't go without Angelo Badalamenti, the musical mastermind behind almost all of Lynch's musical adventures, including his own records or the ones he worked on with Twin Peaks revelation Julee Cruise. Badalamenti opens proceedings with the mighty "Twin Peaks Theme", sweetens the middle with "Laura Palmer's Theme" and then lets the evening end with dwarves dancing into the night ("Dance Of The Dream Man"). Just like David Lynch would have probably wanted. 

R.I.P. David Lynch (1946-2025)




 

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