34.6 million viewers

"When Twin Peaks debuted, it got thirty-three share in the last half hour. That's in a pre-cable universe, but it was still unbelievable. It was as if the earth shifted in the television business for a minute and the notion of doing something quirky and different and odd and weird became something that could be possible in TV. 'Quirky' never was something that existed in TV before that and that's what David and Mark did with Twin Peaks and it was a … shocker."

-Tony Krantz. Former television agent, Creative Artists Agency. 

Reflections: An Oral History of Twin Peaks. Brad Dukes. 

Twin Peaks' mood, odd humor, and intimacy seduced a lot of people. There was definitely a shift in the collective subconscious after the show aired.

Angelo Badalamenti's Music

"Just by talking and whispering in my right ear as I'm at a keyboard, David describes a mood and I'm able to take his words and translate that into music. It has its own identity. It's been kind of incredible to work so closely together, and the fact we're on the same musical wavelength, it's very special if and when that happens. 

It's also great for David – because he's told me this a bunch of times – even in Twin Peaks before he would film or shoot a scene he would had some demos of the themes I've written and he would play it for the actors on the set and it would put them in some kind of a mood, even as they speak their words. The style, the mood, and the pace – it helps the director with the actors. The music becomes an integral part of the story.

"Reflections: An Oral History of Twin Peaks." Brad Dukes.

A new book that compiles first person accounts of the making of Twin Peaks. It includes numerous interviews with the original cast, crew, and network executives. 

"Reflections: An Oral History of Twin Peaks." Brad Dukes.


"We could ask what might happen if we were to meet one of our copies. You might think this was just like shadow boxing in the mirror but there is no reason to think that any one of your doubles would act as you do. You may both have identical histories up until the moment of encounter, but confronted with a new situation you might respond differently, for the first time, just as two identical twins might do. In the future your experiences and choices would become increasingly different. Yet elsewhere in the infinite universe there would have to be a never-ending series of copies of each of us making the same future decisions and being in every respect identical. It is as if every possible decision that we could have taken at every moment is actually taken. There is always someone somewhere who lives a past life identical to my own and then takes one of all the possible decisions open to me about what to do next. They are always more numerous than those who continue to choose like I do. Others are alarmed at the ethical consequences of a universe where all possible sequences of events take place regardless of their consequences. All possible virtual histories are acted out for real. There are histories where evil always overcomes good and others where that is even thought to be a good thing."

-The Book of Universes. John D. Barrow.

John Adams

"I must study Politicks and War that my sons may have liberty to study Mathematicks and Philosophy. My sons ought to study Mathematicks and Philosophy, Geography, natural History, Naval Architecture, navigation, Commerce and Agriculture, in order to give their Children a right to study Painting, Poetry, Musick, Architecture, Statuary, Tapestry and Porcelaine."

-John Adams


CLIFFORD. … The last time I saw these guys together was at Unemployment. Nine years ago, at the old 92nd Street Office. The musicians called it Club 92. (Harsh lights up on: Club 92. Clifford stands, walks over to the head of the beginner's unemployment line. Two lines away, his father, Gene, and Al, Ziggy, and Jonesy wait on the old-timer's line. To audience.) I am twenty-one years old, out of college, out of work. On line for my first unemployment check. It is 1977. As I inch my way up the beginner's line, I spot my father, who is over there (Points.) to sign for what, his four millionth check. As a jazz musician, he is sort of always there. There's the National Endowment for the Arts, which is money for classical musicians, and there's the New York State Bureau of Unemployment, which gives grants to jazz musicians. It's a two-tiered system. 

GENE. (Calling out to the other musicians.) Al, Ziggy, Jonesy – get a load of this: My kid is signing for his first check. (The guys all see Clifford, shout hellos and wave.)

CLIFFORD. He is, at that moment, prouder of me than I have ever seen him: Today, I am a man. (Clifford joins Gene, Al, Ziggy, and Jonesy in a booth at the Melody Lounge. To audience.) To celebrate, the old man takes me out afterwards …

 -Warren Leight. "Sideman". 1999 Tony award winning play.   

This was one of my favorite plays growing up. Leight is now the showrunner for Law and Order SVU on NBC. 

The Year of Dreaming Dangerously: 2011

"What is to be done in the aftermath of the Occupy Wall Street movement, when the protests that began far away–in the Middle East, Greece, Spain, the UK–reached the center and are now being reinforced and rolling out all around the world? In San Francisco on Sunday October 16, 2011, in an echo of the OWS movement, a man addressed the crowd with an invitation to participate as if it were a happening in the 1960s hippy style: 'They are asking us what is our program. We have no program. We are here to have a good time.' Such statements reveal one of the great dangers the protesters face: the danger that they will fall in love with themselves, with the fun they are having in the 'occupied' zones. But carnivals come cheap–the true test of their worth is what happens the day after, how our everyday life has changed or is to be changed." 

-Slavoj Zizek. The Year of Dreaming Dangerously.

Girls on the Set of David Lynch's "Lost Highway"

"A lot of the camera and sound and makeup crew are female, but a lot of these, too, have a similar look: thirtyish, makeupless, insouciantly pretty, wearing faded jeans and old running shoes and black T-shirts ... the sort of sloppily pretty tech-savvy young woman you can just tell smokes pot and owns a dog. Most of these hands-on technical females have that certain expression around the eyes that communicates "Been there, done that." A bunch of them at lunch won't eat anything but bean curd and don't regard certain grips' comments about what bean curd looks like as in any way worthy of response.  One of the technical women, the production's still photographer, has on the inside of her forearm a tattoo of the Japanese character for "strength," and she can manipulate her forearm's muscles in such a way as to make the ideogram bulge Nietzscheanly and then recede.

A lot of the script people and assistant wardrobe people and production assistants are also female, but they're of a different genus - younger, less lean, more vulnerable, without the technically savvy self-esteem of the camera or sound women. As opposed to the hands-on women's weltschmerzian serenity, the script and PA females all have the same pained I-went-to-a-really-good-college-and-what-am-l-doing-with-my-life look around the eyes, the sort of look where you know that if they're not in twice-a-week therapy it's only because they can't afford it."

-David Foster Wallace "David Lynch Keeps His Head". Premiere magazine, September 1996.

David Foster Wallace on David Lynch

"The first time I lay actual eyes on the real David Lynch on the set of his movie, he's peeing on a tree. This is on 8 January in L.A.'s Griffith Park, where some of Lost Highway's exteriors and driving scenes are being shot. He is standing in the bristly underbrush off the dirt road between the base camp's trailers and the set, peeing on a stunted pine. Mr. David Lynch, a prodigious coffee drinker, apparently pees hard and often, and neither he nor the production can afford the time it'd take to run down the base camp's long line of trailers to the trailer where the bathrooms are every time he needs to pee. So my first (and generally representative) sight of Lynch is from the back, and (understandably) from a distance. Lost Highway's cast and crew pretty much ignore Lynch's urinating in public, (though I never did see anybody else relieving themselves on the set again, Lynch really was exponentially busier than everybody else.) and they ignore it in a relaxed rather than a tense or uncomfortable way, sort of the way you'd ignore a child's alfresco peeing."

-David Foster Wallace "David Lynch Keeps His Head". Premiere magazine, September 1996.

I've always been a big fan of DFW's non-fiction writing and journalism. 


Producer's Diary

May 2004

"2:30 P.M. Well, the MPAA started watching A Dirty Shame in L.A. 10 a.m. PST, so they should be nearing the end of the rating-appeal hearing. Right now it’s NC-17, which is absurd. You can watch eyeballs getting squished in Kill Bill, but you can’t make a joke about felching. John Waters is out there with Carolyn Blackwood, the legal and business affairs rep from New Line. John wrote us a nervous e-mail yesterday outlining their strategy. When they announce their verdict, he wrote, “I’ll find out their home addresses and ritualistically slaughter the entire board. That’s my morning tomorrow. How’s yours?” John calls: the appeal got rejected. “The hardest thing to fight,” he says, “was when the MPAA lady said, ‘Seventeen-year-olds, seniors in high school, and all college students will be certainly allowed to see this movie with an NC-17 rating.’ What do you say to that?” I call Ted Hope, my producing partner on the film, to strategize. It’ll be New Line’s choice whether to fight, but soon Variety will get the story and it’ll be out of our hands. “If we’re going to come out swinging,” I tell Ted, “we need to do it on our own terms.”

-Christine Vachon. A Killer Life: How an Independent Film Producer Survives Deals and Disasters in Hollywood and Beyond.

I like you begging, DO IT AGAIN

I just saw Angelina Jolie's "Maleficent".

This is probably the best campy movie fun I've had in recent months. She is literally Queen of Fairyland. 

Angelina Jolie's Maleficent: Divinity in motion. 

Yeah King Stefan, you done fucked up. How dare you rape a fairy by cutting off her wings?

"I like you begging, do it again." A trite line that Angelina Jolie delivered anew, (i.e. in the best Joan Crawford/drag interpretation possible).  

Maleficent and Diaval should get a spin off, where she just sits on her throne all day laughing sinisterly while gingerly petting him. 

The Eternal Bookworm

"Being rich is not about how much money you have or how many homes you own; it’s the freedom to buy any book you want without looking at the price and wondering if you can afford it. Of course, you have to read the books, too. Nothing is more impotent than an unread library."

-John Waters. "Role Models". 2010. 

Christine Vachon on Todd Haynes

"In 1999 Todd Haynes went into a creative funk after Velvet Goldmine. He’d spent six months living in London making a beautiful, difficult, risky film about glam rock only to come back and find out nobody cared about it nearly as much as we did. Not Miramax, who halfheartedly distributed it, not the critics, who called it “overambitious” and “maddening,” and not audiences. We spent $9 million—then the biggest budget in Killer’s history—on huge sets in Brixton, Ewan McGregor’s paycheck, and about five hundred pairs of platform shoes. Velvet Goldmine made $1.5 million. That’s not great math. So in the fall of 1998, Todd returned to his apartment in Williamsburg, where everybody is twenty-six and always will be. His landlord was about to kick him out. And he sank into a depression. Here he was, staring forty in the face, not where he wanted to be emotionally, and he thought, This is my life? So he moved to a Craftsman bungalow in Portland, where his sister lives, and Todd started to grow younger. Really. There’s an element of living in New York that’s about measuring up against your peers. Todd didn’t even have an agent; he didn’t want one. Competitiveness is not in Todd’s makeup. He’d rather sit around with his friends and read Foucault. In Portland, that’s exactly what he did. I miss him, but he’s so much happier there."

-Christine Vachon. "A Killer Life: How an Independent Film Producer Survives Deals and Disasters in Hollywood and Beyond." The producer behind many great American independent films such as Mary Harron's "I Shot Andy Warhol", most of Todd Haynes' work ("Far From Heaven", "I'm Not There", "Velvet Goldmine"), "Hedwig and the Angry Inch", and Todd Solodnz's "Happiness". 


Todd Haynes: Between "Velvet Goldmine", "Far From Heaven", and "I'm Not There"

"I had become unhappy in New York. I’d just finished Velvet Goldmine , a film that had drained me entirely. Even though it was the film I had envisioned, it had just been a bitch to get made. It was becoming clear that unlike most directors, I didn’t like being in production. Not since Poison had I really enjoyed myself. And yet, that’s where all my energy had been going—into my work. Somehow my life had gotten a little lost along the way. I guess it was sort of an early midlife crisis I was going through. I took a break to rejuvenate myself. I read Proust and traveled. I changed apartments. But nothing I did really changed the situation

… So at the very beginning of 2000, I got in my car and I drove across country. For some reason, at this precise moment, I had started craving Bob Dylan. I hadn’t listened to Dylan since high school, when I listened to him a lot. But I hadn’t really followed him much since. Suddenly, I was rushing to make all these Dylan tapes for my drive to Portland. It was as if I was tapping into that old adolescent energy that says anything is possible, there’s a surprise around every corner, you don’t know what life is going to bring to you. This music got me to the West Coast, into an amazing house and a beautiful city that was uncustomarily dry that spring with flowers blooming all over the place. I met smart, creative people who didn’t ask me, “What do you do?” first—who liked my work and were happy I was there and who really seemed to dig me. It was such a nice change. And I wrote Far from Heaven in ten days. It poured out."

-Todd Haynes.


Inside Andy Warhol

"Andy was polite and humble. He rarely told anyone to do things— he’d just ask in a hopeful tone, “Do you think you could … ?” He treated everyone with respect, he never talked down to anyone. And he made everyone feel important, soliciting their opinions and probing with questions about their own lives. He expected everyone who worked for him to do their job, but he was nonetheless grateful when they did— he knew that any degree of conscientiousness was hard to find, even when you paid for it. And he was especially grateful for even the smallest extra thing you might do for him. I never heard anyone say “Thank you” more than Andy, and from his tone, you always felt he meant it. “Thank you” were the last words he ever said to me."

-The Andy Warhol Diaries. Patt Hackett "Introduction" (January 1989). 

Distinct Differences

"Still, it must be said that the differences between hipsters and beatniks may be more important than their similarities, even if they share the following general characteristics: marijuana, jazz, not much money, and a community of feeling that society is the prison of the nervous system. The sense of place is acute—few care to stay away for long from the Village, Paris, North Beach, Mexico, New Orleans, Chicago and some other special cities. Hipster and Beatnik both talk Hip, but not in the same way—the beatnik uses the vocabulary; the hipster has that muted animal voice which shivered the national attention when first used by Marlon Brando. 

Now the differences begin. The hipster comes out of a muted rebellion of the proletariat, he is, so to say, the lazy proletariat, the spin; nothing given to manual labor unless he has no choice. The beatnik—often Jewish—comes from the middle class, and twenty five years ago would have joined the YCL. Today, he chooses not to work as a sentence against the conformity of his parents. Therefore he can feel moral value in his goodbye to society. The hipster is more easygoing about the drag and value of a moneyless life of leisure.

Their bodies are not the same. A hipster moves like a cat, slow walk, quick reflexes; he dresses with a flick of chic; if his dungarees are old, he turns the cuffs at a good angle. The beatnik is slovenly—to strike a pose against the middle-class you must roil their compulsion to be neat. Besides—the beatnik is more likely to have a good mind than a good body …

… The beatnik, gentle, disembodied from the race, is often a radical pacifist, he has sworn the vow of no violence—in fact, his violence is sealed within, and he has no way of using it. His act of violence is to suicide even as the hipster's is toward murder, but in his mind-lost way, the beatnik is the torch-bearer of those all-but-lost values of freedom, self-expression, and equality which first turned him against the hypocrisies and barren cultureless flats of the middle-class." 

-Norman Mailer. "Hipster and Beatnik". 1959. 

Beatniks forever.