David Lynch: Making The Big Dream (2013)

David Lynch, Making the Big Dream.
I checked out David Lynch's The Big Dream when it came out in 2013 and I thought it was goofy. I realize now I was listening with uptight ears. Back then, I loved his movies and Twin Peaks. I'd checked in with his music stuff: the soundtracks, Julee Cruise productions, his work with Dangermouse and the late Mark Linkous of Sparklehorse. I thought the Karen O. collaborations were cool. But in 2013 The Big Dream struck me as a vanity project. Barely gave it a shot. Listening lately, I realize now how conservative I was in my engagement with it. Weirdly inflexible. Stodgy and hung up. Weirdly unfun, cause I was young and way more fun. Because it is goofy. And haunting, slapstick, cosmic, and creepy. Like Beefheart, who I would have claimed to "fully get" while shoveling quarters in the jukebox and queuing up "Dropout Boogie." Revisiting the album, I recognize its total charm. This documentary really shines a nice light on it. Revisiting it over the last couple months has brought to mind a quote from when I interviewed Alan Vega of Suicide, who told me something that has grown more profound in my head as I've gotten older, that has taken on more importance in my conception of art, and my overall worldview, as the years stack up: "I don’t know where it comes from. People ask, ‘Why?’ Why our records sound the way they sound. We say, ‘Who knows,’ and then we start. Off we go. Holy shit, this is good. We can’t say why. There is no why. Who gives a shit? It’s not supposed to be why. It’s supposed to be the world. The mystery.” 

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