Confession time, doggy bones, I wasn’t all that happy with my extended Coltrane piece. I’ve already griped plenty posts about the multipart format, plus crawling through discographies has become increasingly unappealing to me as the years have gone on. I’d rather write, and for that matter listen, a little more fleetly than that. So he’ll be a big factor in my next post, but in a completely different style. Consider it a mulligan. Because I’m back into jazz in a pretty big way now (not like I ever fell out of it, but y’know, it comes in waves) which means I’m still decidedly on that Trane energy. Don’t touch that dial.
I recently learned that Steve Erickson, author of two of our still-young century’s top-flight novels (Zeroville and Shadowbahn) was one of Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me’s earliest defenders. As someone who just saw that movie a couple weeks ago, and who believes it’s arguably the most potent and involving distillation of Lynch’s aesthetic, I’m just gonna come out and say it: Steve Erickson was right and everybody else was wrong. Now don’t be surprised if a shadow Elvis ghost-clone pops out of a Twin Towers mirage in North Dakota. Shadowbahn, baby! It’s a damn good cup of coffee.