I'm heavy hearted after learning that Angelo Badalamenti is gone. Of all the characters that have transitioned from Twin Peaks, it's the one that constructed it's mood; it's swagger; it's defining and inspiring score that leaves no room for a return. I, personally, cannot think about David lynch without hearing "Audrey's Dance" or the opening theme to every episode; it is as much a facet of David Lynch as is his cinematic style. The score is a beckoning force, giving another dimension to every character and every scene. Lynch's weather report said it succinctly, "today is silent". What he did for Twin Peaks, fed an army of artists, all hoping to tap into that eccentricity, and shimmy their way onto the caravan of weirdness. It feels as if the mystery will linger, but no one will be at the helm to share the narrative. The events at Twin Peaks will crossover, perhaps consumed by the emptiness of the black lodge, leaving only folklore in it's wake.
I've spent so much of the past two months in this world, having just wrapped on my visit there. It's like coming home from vacation only to find the person you visited passed away somewhere in your journey back to normalcy. It barely makes sense, and you revisit every nuance of recollection from that trip seeking clues.
I don't know how one who practices transcendental meditation approaches the death of a friend. For me, the builder of a world - call that what you will, but for some, it's akin to a god, is at rest. What can one say about the death of a god, it's not supposed to happen. There will be much less hypnotic undulation in the undercurrents of the American Northwest, less mystery for us travelers looking for a world to escape in.
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