I have been terrible at blogging this year. It has been on my Summer ‘To Do’ list (alongside picnics, tennis, reading, swimming...) since June but recently I have been through one of the hardest experiences of my life and time fell apart for a while. This will be an emotional blog to write but after much thought I really think it is something I want to share.
After months of poor health and time spent in and out of hospital, my Dad died suddenly in July. Although his condition was getting worse it still came as a shock to me and my siblings and it has been a difficult five weeks since. But I finally feel that I have found myself again and have decided it is time to focus on the positive things in my life right now and the amazing time I spent with my Dad and what he has done for me.
The reason I am sharing this and writing a tribute post is because, without my Dad, I wonder if I would ever have discovered our beloved Twin Peaks! I grew up in the rural wilderness of the Highlands of Scotland and, unless you were really into hill walking and other outdoor ventures (which I am not particularly), there wasn’t very much to do. Fortunately my Dad was a film buff extraordinaire and we started a 2-person film society. He gave me a great foundation in Film Studies before I went to University to study at degree level. My dad had a flavour for films which transcend the mainstream. His most favourite of all were the Surrealist masterpieces of Luis Bunuel such as Un Chien Andalou in which an eyeball is sliced in half and juxtaposed with the moon. And after showing me Bunuel the natural progression was to the work of David Lynch.
We started with Eraserhead which I found totally bizarre, amusing and disturbing. My mum wouldn’t watch it as Dad had shown it to her once before and she was horrified by the baby. But I was intrigued. And Dad kept telling me about how this surreal filmmaker had later gone on to create a TV show set in a small American town and how there were strange dream sequences and a dancing dwarf. I couldn't begin to imagine it and was desperate to see it.
We sat down for the pilot together and from the moment the boy in the background does that funny dance from his locker in the high school I realized how completely unique it was to anything I had ever seen before and I was hooked. I was obsessed by the mystery and would race home from school every evening begging Dad to let us watch 3 in a row (this was before Netflix binging was the norm). We watched every episode together and went on to watch Lost Highway, The Straight Story, Wild At Heart, Blue Velvet, Dune...
My Dad and I bonded over Twin Peaks and he was so proud of me when I went on to write a dissertation on Lynch’s work (he gave me eager notes and opinions). Even when he was in hospital earlier this year I gave him a Get Well Soon card I made which features a thumbs up Cooper and a stuck on speech bubble saying “I hope you feel damn fine in no time”.
It gives me great sadness to know that we won’t be able to sit down together to discover Twin Peaks, 25 years later, but I will raise a cup of David Lynch coffee in his honour the day I do. I will remain forever so thankful that we shared the time we had together, that he introduced me to the wonderful and strange world which I am so in love with. It continues to bring me so much comfort during the darkest of times.