Hes talking fim as a format. David Lynch has fully embraced digital cameras.
After a comedy improv show and finishing a whole bottle of wine by myself, I drove home from the Marigny drunk listening to the last few tracks of The Fragile. It was an intense and great feeling. New Orleans has always appealed to me on a darker side and this simply made me completely comfortable. The interstate ride off Elysian Fields backed by ”Underneath it All” sends nostalgia of a relationship from 2008 that I no longer feel burdened by. The home stretch into uptown is scored by the final track, “Ripe with Decay” a creepy track, but it’s a blanket to me. The license plate in front of me says, “Give peace a chance”. A noble idea but I’m at peace. The final stretch, I cross Nashville just as the manic piano ends leaving silence before the bassline kicks back in. I turn off Broadway to Panola where a mound of dirt sits that would give David Lynch a hard on. An empty mixed drink in the street at Panola and Burdette as I make the turn, the final stretch as the drums kick up and Trent begins moaning. The guitars began swirling and something in my mind says “hit a cat” even though I wont. Each churning sound marks a yard closer to home. I’m at peace. 23 was the year I figured things out, I have a plan for the future now. I enter my air conditioned home of my mother’s to relief. Polyester was not a good choice for this New Orleans night. Poltergeist III is on, a favorite of mine. Murphy’s partner from Robocop is in this, and oh my the awesome mirror gags. But I don’t wanna keep Butters waiting, were gonna play some BLOPS and I’ll rest easy tonight knowing I have a plan for the future.