On my way home from Taiji class, I popped in my Lost Highway CD. It's definitely my desert island CD. I bought it before the movie came out when I was in high school, knowing nothing other than that it was a soundtrack for a David Lynch movie. It became the soundtrack for my senior year. It's got Trent Reznor, David Bowie, Antonio Carlos Jobim, crazy acid jazz, and one of the few good Smashing Pumpkin songs from the utz-utz era of electronica. It's a veritable cornucopia of ear-meat. Aside from the Marilyn Manson nonsense, it's almost flawless.
It also reminded me that I need to get some more friends in the city. They kind that you could call up and say, "Let's have a David Lynch marathon" and they'd say, "Cool. Should I bring my Eraserhead DVD?" and I'd say, "Of course not, nobody really likes Eraserhead." But of course I'd be happy that they were down for watching the rest. I really only have 2 friends in the city that I can call up for spur of the moment things and neither of them are freakish enough to like David Lynch. I'm interested in people who thought they might go to film school, but ended up just having their souls eaten by the desire to make money. You know -- my peer group.