We’ve survived a year without David Lynch. Just barely. Though some magic is gone with no longer sharing the planet with Lynch, his influence remains–some good, some bad–as does the joy of digging deep into the work he left behind. In fact, doesn’t it feel like almost everything is being described as Lynchian these days?! … Continue reading
*honk honk honk honk* Please we have to get home! She’s sick! AAAH! AAAH! OH GOD! AAH! AAAH! OOH! OOH! OH HELLO THERE! Sorry, dearest Filthy Dreams readers and fellow Twin Peaks fanatics, I was just getting into my newest hobby, mimicking my favorite new character on Twin Peaks: The Return–woman in car with the … Continue reading
WARNING: The Filthy Dreams’ Black Lodge Elevator Music may trigger hallucinations of rabbits, Laura Palmer, terrible roadhouse bars, disembodied ears, ladies in radiators, Pabst Blue Ribbon, James’ motorcycle ride to cancellation, Robert Blake and David Lynch making quinoa. Continue reading