“David Lynch, the greatest and most influential film director of the past 30 years, is an elegant man in a three-piece suit with a plume of white hair reaching towards the sky; he is like a Sunday funnies newspaper cartoon of a Midwesterner, with a squeaky voice, impeccable manners, and a genial folksiness that would make the average grasping politician jealous. When Lynch says “guys,” “girls,” and “folks,” he means it, and doesn’t sound coached to death (unlike any Obama speech). Things are “magical,” “beautiful,” “amazing,” and are about “dreams,” in his world, in perfect sincerity.”
Had Bunheads on in the background of making breakfast the other morning; half-watching it, I could tell it wasn’t one of their better episodes, a kinda bottle episode thing set in the ballet studio. Fell onto the side of bad quippy, with inexplicable Tommy Lee Jones jokes by teenage boys. Then - and it felt like all of a sudden - I heard this song coming on, “I Predict” by Sparks, which sounded a little like Sparks to me (but I know their new wave-ier stuff) if it was filtered through a clompy, stomping, big beat Queen tube, and since it’s Bunheads, it was this Magic Mike-y group dance with tiny teenagers in silhouette where everyone’s playing a miner in a hardhat.
Little did I know that the video for “I Predict” is equally weird, it’s David Lynch’s very first music video, featuring one of the Sparks stripping to eager customers. MTV banned it because of Ron Spark’s Hitler mustache.
They are mixed up in murder. They look good in sweaters. They are the women of Twin Peaks - or, at least, three of the women of Twin Peaks. They are six peaks. Which is to say, there are other twin peaks on the series, but together these three actresses account for exactly six of those peaks. And that is only one of their secrets.
Actual text from the Rolling Stone Twin Peaks cover story, October 1990.