The Big Dreamer
by Ryan Reed
The first sound that deeply moved David Lynch was the eerie, discordant harmony of “giant black bombers” flying over his childhood home. Ever since, that sound has haunted Lynch’s work—from the industrial inner-city drones of his claustrophobic 1977 debut film Eraserhead to the lumbering blues textures of his sophomore solo album The Big Dream.
“There must have been an Air Force base somewhere,” Lynch says, chirping out the words in his nasal, Northwestern monotone. “It was in Spokane, Washington—that’s where I grew up from about age two to six or seven. There were giant propeller planes that would come over the...