Thursday, November 26, 2009

David Lynch Weekend at Maharishi University (November 13-14): The Greatest Weekend of My Life

This next blog piece is going to be very laid back and unprofessional. None of these sentences you are about to read are going to look overstylized as they do normally in my film essays. You can't blame me, after all; I'm still recuperating from nirvana. No, seriously: I'm in total disbelief.

Two weeks ago, I met David Lynch.

I shook his hand. I got his autograph. I sat next to him in the audience. I got a picture taken with him and got to ask him a question during the Q & A session the very next day. Up until that point in time, I had never met a filmmaker- much less a great filmmaker whom I have admired ever since my early teenage years- ever. I didn't really expect to, either, until sometime after my mid-20's. This all happened so fast.

I have my parents to thank for this. My dad, first of all. He's a golf course designer, you see, and a company up in Fairfield, Iowa was considering hiring him to come up and help plan out a course for them. While searching online to find out more about Fairfield, my dad looked at some stuff about the town's college, Maharishi University, and discovered that Lynch was going to be there for their Visitor's Weekend, November 13-15, 2009. My dad forwarded it to me just because he thought I might find it interesting.

Then my dad got home (he works in Peoria, Illinois during the weekdays) and we started talking about it. He asked me if I would actually like to attend the Visitors Weekend, and I immediately said yes. Though my dad couldn't go, my mother and my sister were able to have their schedules cleared and, after registering (it was $150 overall), we seemed all set.

There was, however, a week of limbo that passed, when it seemed like it wasn't gonna happen- even though we had already paid. I received an email from the staff stating that I actually had to call them over the phone before receiving a confirmation. I couldn't get a hold of them for three days! Somehow my mother was able to reach them, at last, and then that was it. I eagerly waited out Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. On Friday, November 14, we set out for Fairfield.

I always take my video camera along on these kinds of trips, but this was a special one because this trip actually had to do with movies. Okay, that's sort of an exaggeration: Maharishi has no Film department. It's a school that generally specializes in business courses. But you understand what I'm getting at.

"Diane, it's 3:00 PM and we're entering the Mark Twain town of Hannibal", I said while recording our car drive. That's my terrible Agent Cooper impersonation. It was funny, too, because my sister kept turning around with a confused look on her face. "Who's Diane?" she asks. "Is that the name of your camera?"

So eventually, we reach Fairfield, which is actually a very Lynchian town. Small, with peculiar figures walking around. We were staying at a Super 8. I was thrilled, but had no idea what was going to happen in the next couple of hours. I kept entertaining myself with the thrill of getting to see Lynch in person. I had no idea that there would be much more in store.

The staff's bus arrives at the motel, we get in, and in the next five minutes we're at Maharishi's Library Center. We sign in, get our nametags and then go upstairs for dinner. Then, the horror begins. Dinner consists of 100% vegetarian food, which makes some things hard to tell from the others. I put ranch dressing on my salad- only to realize that it's white yogurt, for example. Dinner ends, and when I put my tray away, it collapses and falls through the cart and onto the floor. The student chaperons are nice about it ("it's all good!") but I'm seethingly embarrassed. Suddenly, my sister walks up to me.

"Well, I saw him."

"Who?" I ask.

"David Lynch."


"Yeah," she says.

"Are you sure?" I'm skeptical. "What did he look like?"

"He had long, gray hair," she said, "and he's over in the next room."

My eyebrows are raised. "Ava, David Lynch doesn't have long hair... he has tall, thin white hair. And if he had actually be out here right now, everybody would be rushing up to him."

She and I examine the next room, but the guy that she saw isn't there anymore. I keep assuring her that she probably just saw some random dude. Truth is, I'm jealous that she could have possibly seen Lynch before I did.

All three of us head out to the auditorium. It's time for you-know-what. There's a blue banner on the far wall with Lynch's name on it, and Angelo Badalamenti music (notably the Laura Palmer theme) is playing on the stereo. To my shock, there's hardly anybody here yet. Most everybody is still out in the hall. And down at the very bottom row- the first row in front of the stage- are empty seats.

We're joined by a lady named Jen. She and I have been talking about a lot of topics, from Lynch to Lars von trier, while my mother and my sister (who don't know much about film) feel like "fish out of water". The four of us claim the empty seats at the bottom, but I'm nervous about it. How could these seats not be already taken? Something fishy's going on.

Indeed, when some of the staff walk out, they're concerned when they see us sitting in the seats. My mother is told that we may or may not have to give them up to the VIPs, but we aren't kicked out or anything. My mother assures me that if we absolutely have to move, she and my sister will volunteer, but that she'll do anything to get me to stay where I am.

The auditorium fills up in the next fifteen minutes. We're still in the seats! This is some kind of miracle. Three chairs on the stage stand directly before us. Soon, Bob Roth, the Vice President of the David Lynch Foundation, goes onstage, asks us for silence, and then welcomes us to Maharishi University. "It's gonna be a great weekend," he says towards the end of his speech. That's all I need to hear.

Onstage come three people: Dr. John Hagelin, President of the David Lynch Foundation (and who appeared in 2004's What the Bleep do We Know!?); the lovely Heather Hartnett, who does all the Foundation's interviews (and whom I got to meet later the next day); and then, the third person comes onstage.

"Here we go," I whisper to my mother.

Out comes David Lynch. He looks just as I imagined: tall white hair, and a beaming face. They sit down on the chairs, and again, I can hardly believe that we're right in front of them. They start talking about the Foundation and its efforts to promote transcendental meditation, and Mayor Malloy comes onstage to thank all three of them for coming to Fairfield, which has been voted as one of the "Fifteen Best American Towns You've Never Heard Of". The English folk singer Donovan also comes onstage to thank Lynch. And finally, Lynch closes with a typically Lynchian wisecrack: "Before you go to sleep tonight, think about how the Hamiltonian..." and I don't remember the rest. I was laughing too hard.

They leave the stage, for it's time for the musical performance by the student band. Bob Roth, who notices that we're occupying the front-row seats, suggests that the three VIPs go over and sit in the chairs lying off by the wall. John Hagelin and Heather Hartnett are happy to do so, but we look over and notice that Lynch is refusing to: he wants to sit in the front row! But there are no seats left, we notice Roth whispering to him.

Miraculously, we realize that Lynch turns to face our direction. He's
looking at us. He then points out to the one single empty chair in the front row- between my mother and Donovan. He mouths the words to ask if that seat is taken. I assume that he's talking to Donovan, but my mother told me afterward that he was actually talking to her...? Whoever he was talking to, they told him it was okay, and then Lynch begins strolling down the aisle, right in front of us. He sits down next to my mother.

Now, my mother is a life saver, and she turns to Lynch, tells him that I'm a fan of his and asks him if it's okay if she and I switch seats. He says it's perfectly okay, and just when we're switching, Lynch holds his hand out to me. I can hardly believe that this is happening, but I shake his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Lynch!" I whisper. "I'm a huge fan!"

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah! Seen all your movies!"

"Oh, that's good!"

(sure, it's that kind of irritating small-talk, but what do you say to somebody like David Lynch?)

The student band comes on to perform, and they're terrific. I think Lynch might use their music in a film someday.

Meanwhile, my mother and my sister are giggling at the fact that I'm sitting next to such a genius. And I, meanwhile, am not sure whether or not to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming.

As the band performs their climatic song entitled "I Don't Know What Brought You Here (But I'm So Glad You Came)", my sister and the lady named Jen tell my mother that she ought to quickly snap a picture of me and Lynch within the same frame. She seizes the moment! Then Lynch goes onstage to thank us again for coming before returning to his seat. He's ready to leave, and I can sense the anxious audience members waiting to hop out of their seats to get to him, so I stop him short:

"Mr. Lynch, before you go, would you mind signing my copy of The Straight Story?" I hold out my DVD case and a green permanent marker. He is happy to do so.

"What's your name?" he asks me. I tell him. He begins signing. The autograph begins, "To Adam". And as he's signing his signature at the bottom, I realize the importance of this particular film in his career. I try to find the right words.

"Richard Farnsworth was great in this," I say. "He should have won the Oscar."

"Yes, he should have," Lynch nods.

He hands me back my case and then talks about how my mother is great because she got the idea to get us to switch seats. That's my mother's queue to ask him for one more favor: can we have a picture taken together? (as you can see, the picture of us applauding the song is unsatisfactory, but the fault is mine- since I look crabby in that photo). And Lynch agrees. The rest is history.

"Take care of yourself, Adam!" are his last words.

He wishes me well and taps my mother on the shoulder to bid the same to her. That's when the big mob of people rush up to him. Of course, we've already got enough memorabilia to last a lifetime.

But wait- there's more! The next day, on Saturday, is the Q & A session on Transcendental Meditation. I've got everything except video footage of me speaking to Lynch, so I decide to push for that. The Q & A is organized unusually: questionees have to sit on the steps and work their way down to the stage. I end up in an uncomfortable situation when I can't seem to find where the line begins and where it ends (some people are only sitting on the steps because they literally have nowhere else to sit in the whole auditorium), and there comes a point when I'm at the very top of the auditorium and have to stand behind a thick white barrier because I don't want to block anyone's vision.

Of course, I do find the line, and I work my way down the stairs like everyone else, and pretty soon, once it's my turn, the Q & A is down to only two more questions (why do I always show up at the last minute? lol). There's a weird moment when a blonde-haired girl tries to cut in front of me. "Don't get in a fight!" Lynch quips. The girl, bless her heart, backs off, and I proceed to the microphone:

So it's my turn. I ask Lynch a question about what kind of effect transcendental meditation could have on angry filmmakers. But I also make the mistake of misquoting Lynch: I had read a chapter in his book Catching the Big Fish in which he says, "for me, film is dead", and I assume he means that he thinks all film is dying out.

Lynch corrects me: he thinks celluloid is dying, but not film. "Cinema will never die," he declares. He also elaborates on why he believes transcendental meditation can advance the abilities of an artist. I bring up John Huston, Sam Peckinpah and Hal Ashby as filmmakers who were cut short because of drugs/alcohol abuse; and Lynch says that he thinks the whole notion of the "starving artist" is just a cheap way to get girls. He does say that meditators can still get angry, but that their anger goes away quicker and that they feel rejuvanated afterwards. "You want to live," he explains, "and living gets better and better."

Cinema will never die. On our way home that Saturday night, I had a million thoughts running through my head, but no longer would I question the fate of cinema. People have told me before that they think cinema will live on forever, but with Lynch confirming it for me, I can now think of it as a fact instead of a theory.

Thanksgiving is over, but let me conclude that I'm thankful for my friends, my family, getting the chance to meet David Lynch and- what's more- taking his advice home with me.


  1. You. Are. One. Lucky. Man.

    Isn't it incredibly frustrating to try and figure out what to say to someone who's influenced you so much? In each of the readings and book signings I've been too, I inevitably run up against the same problem: what can I say that's actually interesting and won't make me seem like an idiot, or just like every other fan he/she meets.

    I think the best I ever managed it was when I met Richard Sherman. Like Lynch in your case, he was incredibly easygoing and helped to put me at ease.

    You are such a lucky guy. You were within the aura of the one that created "Mulholland Dr." Wow.

  2. Sounds like an inspirational experience, Adam. Congrats on meeting one of your idols.

  3. Adam,

    It's one of the hardest tasks in the world, I know! I've always been practicing what I might say to any cinematic legend and it is some chore. The thing which Lynch is that I wanted to try to steer clear of asking him any questions that might bully him; one of my biggest temptations was to ask him about how he's been coping after all that criticism against him for signing the Roman Polanski petition. But I finally elected not to go there, lol.

    You've met Richard Sherman!?? Awesome! The guy's composed so many wonderful tunes. Pooh, Mary Poppins, etc. If I had met him, I might have been a troll about it and ask him, "Why'd you compose those yucky songs for Chitty Chitty Band Bang. Hehe...

    Craig, thanks for the congratulations. If you guys are interested, somebody posted a video on YouTube which shows footage of me sitting next to Lynch and Donovan in the audience at the 0:50 second mark and at the 1:40 second mark:

  4. Hey Adam,

    Glad you had a great time at the MUM Visitors Weekend. I'm a graduate of the university, so I just wanted to mention that MUM isn't only a business school (despite the name)...they offer degrees in the arts, sciences, and humanities too!

    Jesse :)

  5. Thank you for dropping by, Jesse!

    I've been considering enrolling at Maharishi, though I have to admit I was a little disappointed when I found out that they don't yet have a Film department. Were you there on Friday night (November 14) in the dining room when a visitor asked if they had a Psychology department and he was told, "No." I was dying laughing!

  6. Sorry for the late reply, but better late than never I guess. (I just now saw this on my Google Reader feed).

    I saw the video before when you posted it on facebook. From the way you told the full story it seems more like fate than mere luck that you got to meet such a legendary filmmaker, given your level of ambition and dedication to cinema. I'm very proud of you for that. I'm sure things will only get better for you from here as long as you keep moving along.

    Kudos to you, and good luck! Hopefully I'll get to see you again when I come home for winter break.

  7. Great to be hearing from you, Matt! I agree that this experience was a good omen for me- I had never met a filmmaker before in my life, so now I can stop being jealous of those people who say, "I just met Quentin Tarantino!" lol

    I would love to see all of you once you guys return from Rolla. Are Rory and Tony coming home as well? Stop by AMC sometime!

    Also, just a recommendation: if you're curious to see any of David Lynch's films I recommend Blue Velvet (1986) for any beginner. It's a great mystery film with Kyle Machlachlan as a teenage kid who finds a human ear in a field and then gets involved in a mob murder mystery; Dennis Hooper plays this crazed kingpin who inhales through a gas mask. I know you loved Scorsese's The Departed so I think you'd like this one as well.

    After that, there's also his version of The Elephant Man (1980) with Anthony Hopkins; or his new film, Mulholland Drive (2001) with Naomi Watts, which doesn't make ANY sense but is awesome purely because of that. :)

  8. What a great entry! My Dad's a golfer and used to travel a lot so maybe he played on some of your Dad's courses?

    I've been to panels with big time directors but I never got a chance to get up close with them like that and interact with them one on one.

    I need to e-mail this to my friend overseas who would kill to have gone to this.

  9. Senor,

    Haha, my dad usually only designs golf courses for the Missouri area- i.e. the Lake of the Ozarks, Aberdeen, etc. I doubt your dad's been to any of them, lol.

  10. Although I don't hero worship any actors or directors, I do envy you, Adam.

    Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me is one of the greatest films I have seen and, for me, the fulfilment of Lynch's potential as a film-maker. Mulholland Drive is brilliant too.

    There are few directors who can carve out a unique style without becoming stuck in a rut: Lynch, Malick, Mann are the ones that come to mind,

    (I'm glad you found my blog of interest)

  11. Indeed I did, Stephen! After I saw that you had written an essay on Fire Walk With Me and then even one on Revenge of the Sith (it's always nice to see somebody defending a Star Wars prequel), I knew yours was a blog worth following.

  12. The university's complete coverage of this weekend is still available at the provided link.


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