Lynchian Proximity (circa 1990)
Living in Los Angeles means having varying degrees of proximity to people in the entertainment industry. I dated a costume supervisor for a couple years and then a sitcom writer for a season before being written out of her script. On any given day, you might see an âalso starringâ level actor looking through the towels at Bed Bath and Beyond. I recall a steady run of Seinfeld guest stars passing through an AA meeting I regularly attended. Higher profile names you typically only see based on a shared income bracket, oddball connections, or deliberate stalking.
Or maybe you walk through a door in the dark.
I spent a lot of time in clubs and bars in the 80âs and early 90âs. A favorite spot was The Dresden Room. If youâve seen the movie âSwingersâ, youâve seen the Dresden. In 1990, I was there far too often. And on Saturdays, for a time, so was David Lynch. David Lynch and Isabella Rossellini, actually. Always inhabiting a booth in the room behind the bar. In the same spot for at least a month or better each Saturday. This is when Twin Peaks was on network TV. Magazine-cover famous. Through either courtesy or intimidation, I never saw anyone approach their table. But it was dark after all. Like it is now.
I was a fan early on, seeing Eraserhead several times when it was a midnight movie at a local arthouse theater. When Blue Velvet was released, I opted to see it at a suburban theater rather than in Hollywood. The audience sat in stunned silence as the end credits started to roll. I wasnât having it. I started to slow clap like Charles Foster Kane until a couple of people nervously joined in. Thereâs no shortage of applause for a life well-lived this week and that is as much as any of us can hope to hear when the curtain closes.
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