I felt lucky at least once a week, but sometimes once or twice a day, to be alive at the same time as David Lynch. That might sound outlandish but it's not even the slightest bit of an exaggeration. His work walked with me. It inspired and scared and tickled me. He gave me a fresh way to look at the world -- he didn't just make movies. He reshaped my consciousness. And I don't say that in a religious way -- I never paid much attention to his Transcedental Meditation stuff, at least beyond the effect it had on his work. I mean that his work ingrained itself in my understanding of life, love, everything.
And all of a sudden, thousands of robins were set free, and they flew down and brought this blinding light of love. And it seemed like that love would be the only thing that would make any difference. And it did.
— Jason Adams (@jamnpp.bsky.social) January 16, 2025 at 1:34 PM
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I cannot possibly overstate his influence, and now he's gone and I don't want to write. I never wanted to write this post, This obituary. As the man grew older I worried constantly about this moment. And now I just want to go to a movie theater and sit in the dark and watch his images for the next month of my life. I want to pay him proper respect and shut everything down for a period of actual, legitimate mourning. And celebration. There was no one like him in my life, and the world does indeed have a big hole in it now. I will no doubt have more to say on the man ahead, but today I can't. Go through our Lynch Archives to see some stuff. Below is his family's statement. Goodbye David, and thank you.