The Sound of Anxiety: David Lynch, Bertolt Brecht, and Me

The Sound of Anxiety: David Lynch, Bertolt Brecht, and Me

1. My Introduction to Mr. David LynchI first saw Mulholland Drive on a date. I was twenty-five years old, and had met her at a downtown performance art open mic. I’m not withholding her name out of any sense of decency; it was our second and last date. Our first had been over at her apartment to use a shirt painting kit I’d bought to support a special school for autistic children attended by a friend’s son. The last time I ever saw her, she jump…