
David Lynch = Wacky + Weird + Wonderful
A Collection Of Memories + Movies + More

As a child of the 1980s, my introduction to the work and world of David Lynch was his 1984 adaptation of Frank Herbertās sci-fi classic Dune.
I hadnāt read the book and had no idea what was going onāI mean, did anyone?ābut I remember being mesmerized by its surreal world and, of course, the giant worms. My dad, a sci-fi guy and fan of the series, liked it too but admitted he didnāt really āget it.ā
At least not the first time. When the film came out on home video, he bought itāat full price, no lessāand watched it over and over. Iām not sure he ever fully understood it, but he definitely enjoyed watching it.
For me, Blue Velvet came next. I was still a little too young to grasp its dark, twisted layers fully, but it left a lasting impression. The eerie faƧade of small-town perfection concealing something deeply sinister. The unsettling presence of Dennis Hopper as Frank Booth. It wasnāt just a movieāit was an experience, one that burrowed deep in my mind and refused to leave.
I quickly learned that David Lynch didnāt just make movies; he created moments and moods. He built worlds that were wacky, weird, and wonderful. Strange, surreal, and hauntingly beautiful places that felt like they existed just outside of reality, waiting for you to stumble upon and into them.
And then there was the 1990-1991 ABC series Twin Peaks. Oh, Twin Peaks.
Every week, I tuned in, more confused and more hooked. It was soap opera meets fever dream, and I loved every inexplicable second of it.
Fuck, J.R. Ewing. Who the fuck killed Laura Palmer?
Honestly, I cared more about the journey than the answer.
The cups of coffee, the cherry pies, the cryptic dream sequencesāit all felt like a parallel dimension where nothing made sense and yet everything did.
As I reflect on David Lynchās passing, I find myself mourning the loss personally.
Lynch wasnāt just an artist or a filmmaker. He was a magician, pulling rabbits out of hats and leaving us in awe, wondering how he did it. He colored outside the linesānot because he wanted to stand out, but because thatās where his genius lived. He dared to make the weird beautiful and the ordinary deeply unsettling.
Below, Iāve gathered a collection of found footage and photos from the many online tributes celebrating his life. They capture the artist, the man, and the weirdo I always admiredāeven if I didnāt always love everything he made.
Lynch was never afraid to embrace the strange, to make us uncomfortable, to challenge what we thought art could be. And for that, Iāll miss him deeply.
The world feels a little less magical today.
Rest in peace, David Lynch. You showed us that the mystery was worth getting lost ināand that the mystery might even help us find ourselves.
Thank you for the memories, movies, and moreā¦
Clint šāļø
FOUND FOOTAGE + PHOTOS






DAVID LYNCH AS JOHN FORD
In The Fabelmans (2002)
Directed By Steven Spielberg



ANGELO BADALAMENTI ON WORKING WITH DAVID LYNCH
DAVID LYNCH AS FBI AGENT GORDON COLE
Twin Peaks (1990-1991)
HOMER SIMPSON WATCHES DAVID LYNCH



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The clip of Angela and the Twin Peaks music was especially poignant - music does that for us, doesn't us? Well done, Clint!
Thank you for this tribute to a brilliant man.
I mourn with you Clint...
My yesterday evening included doing that over vodka at (an almost deserted) local bar, uncannily summed up by your final 'empty stage' image.