@@StefanG5 Ah okay! Thanks. Yep, especially when you're a novice at something, it might not always be a good idea to trust your instincts, but rather to give things-and people-a chance.
Still going with his weather report. I watch it everyday however I'd never be interested in a weather report on the other side of the world unless it's presented by Mr Lynch.
Libraries of sounds key. First sound presentations I heard were children's productions, almost always 33 but there was a Halloween 45. I consumed a lot of albums from Disney and from Sesame Street. I had the Bob album, which is worth hundreds now. They were analogues of Variety Shows; song and dance numbers, animation of course, and bits of story and referencing, like all meta fictionally you know...the show or the movies. It was like Monet's Water Lilies. The speakers were crappy but we were kids and its symbolism not resolution, for how kids process. The Muppet Musicians of Bremen I listened to a few times, before seeing the movie. The first soundtrack I had was The Graduate. I thought the Can-can was boring. Mostly I liked the two hits, Mrs. Robinson (which I had no idea what it was singing about) and Sounds of Silence. We built up sound libraries in our heads, at this time of print. David Lynch grew up in a time when you had to make these sounds. My father had an 33 album that was samples of bi plane engines, printed in the 50's. At a young age he also explained the Oral History project he was conducting, and had a hands off reel to reel recorder. You still have to make some sounds, that is, foley them, even though vast libraries serve. Its tempting to rely on memory, and with all the stuff available its corrupting to motivation because...you can just spend hours listening and find something better than you can record. I bought the Eraserhead soundtrack! Seemed remarkable for me to do that to myself, I was a freshman in college but it had been out for years. I think I bought it because it won an award? Sent a bud in the empty cassette case, with the Henry Hair picture and then the next thing I get back is "dont send anymore pot I didn't know you were sending it I got high but it wasn't fun and we threw it away." Then I heard he went totally bonkers. Couldn't read, or then decipher, an airport itenerary so he missed his flight, panicked, and had to call for help and then...well...the incident got wrote up in psychiatric journals. I wonder what he did. Shrieking in a airport?
I've seen three David Lynch films. The first was the one with the floating fetuses - that was on a public lawn before someone figured out it was probably illegal to do that. The second had a tweetie bird in a kitchen window, utterly freaking out my lady companion who seemed to think she knew *exactly* what it meant. And of course the famous 'Blue Velvet' which probably got a lot of kids sniffing nitrous oxide and suffering the consequences. But I never had a chance to make my mind up until now. Who cares what he's saying.