Mashed in Plastic: The David Lynch mashup album

Toto: “The Floating Fat Man (The Baron)”, “Take My Hand”, “Prologue” (from Dune)

Marvin Gaye: “Let's Get It On”

Have you seen many men rough ride a single worm and have it not be gay porn? I have.

Have you seen fabulously tarted up women and men in tight leather? Have you seen a corpulent man hold his lovely nephew very close to him? Have you seen a young man of whom much is expected (by his father) being burdened with mother issues? Have you seen that same young man fall in love with a pixie-looking female, the better to subsume his true desires? Have you seen the transfer of a powerful family from a wet place (like, say, San Francisco) to a very dry place (say, Texas) in order to take command of their desires? Have you seen cadres of men taking intoxicating substances to become something more than themselves, to feel as if they’re flying through space?

I have. On Arrakis, also known as Dune.

Angelo Badalamenti & Julee Cruise: “Falling” (from “Twin Peaks”)
And other stuff

Something for the club scene? Sure! Kind of. Wait: not yet. No, this is something else. Something rumbling down the road, tumbling off a cliff only to once again land upright continuing on. Something smashing through a plate glass window only to keep on going, through the wall on the other side of the room, and down the road.

And falling into a kind of stasis, a dream-state, only to awake on the dance floor of a roadhouse, funk thumping down from above. To fall back into dream, and onto the road, even briefly dipping a toe or two in Eighties pop. Last to drift down from the sky and onto evergreens, brushing their tops, coming to earth with a gentle start: Twin Peaks, population 51,201. And, chock-full of dream-logic, like so many enchanted Christopher Walkens, we’re suddenly back into the sky, flying, not falling.

Rebekah Del Rio: “Llorando (Crying)” (from Mulholland Drive)

Leon David: “Us and Them”

Black and blue . . . and who knows which is which, and who is who? A Pink Floyd lyric, or a description of David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive? Probably both.

Divides strike through most of Lynch’s works—separating dual realities, or dreaming from waking, or life from death—while always keeping both halves inextricably linked. Let us keep this in mind as Ms. Del Rio cries out for the singular love that is now nothing more than two ex-lovers as Pink Floyd’s ode to opposing forces plays insistently behind her: front and back, push and pull, vocal and instrumental.

Crying for Us and Them (artwork by artofmarty)

Angelo Badalamenti: “The Pink Room” (from Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me)

DJ Shadow: “Dark Days”

What is dark pink?

The liver, which filters out impurities, is dark pink. The heart, which pumps blood and gives a pulse, is dark pink. The genitals, when inflamed by lust, are dark pink. The lips, when pouted or bruised, are dark pink.

This track, impure and throbbing through our veins, is dark pink. Take it home, give it a kiss. But keep it on its chain. It’s liable to do anything.

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