Dear Harold,
I was knee-high to a myna bird when Twin Peaks was first broadcast. Years later in my teens, I’d left the TV on whilst doing some homework – Channel 5 for some ungodly reason.
It was meant to be.
I discovered Laura wrapped in plastic, I sipped damn fine coffee with Coop, and Angelo Badalamenti’s haunting strains crept into my ears and never left. I began taping each episode, I bought Fire Walk With Me from a second hand video stall, I scoured charity shops until I found the book of Laura’s diary and I wondered if any of my school friends had seen this…thing. They hadn’t.
It didn’t matter to me that I hadn’t experienced it the first time round – probably for the best as Bob gives me nightmares at 27 nevermind 7 – it became a world in which to get lost (and, later, a convenient excuse for wanting to devour cherry pie at any given opportunity).
Jump forward from those heady days of teenage angst through a whirlwind of beautifully blackened humour, dances in the red room and days spent learning how to tie cherry stalks just like Audrey and it’s time to spend a night with people who HAVE seen this…thing. I can’t wait.
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Alex Herod
http://collaboratehere.blogspot.com
@collaboratehere on Twitter.
Thanks for this Alex. I stole the Secret Diary of Laura Palmer off my brother and leant it around school. Seems kind of apt that I end up as Harold. See you at the party, I’ll be wearing an orchid (obviously).