by Travis Mateer
While preparing material for a podcast appearance, I ran across this interview with David Lynch by former Indy journalist, Skylar Browning. Here is an interesting excerpt relating to Missoula:
Indy: How long did you actually live in Missoula?
Lynch: Two months.
Indy: That’s it?
Lynch: I was born there, and right after I was born my parents moved to Sand Point, Idaho. I lived in the Northwest until I was 14, but always in different cities.
Indy: During those years did you ever make your way back through Missoula?
Lynch: No. My relatives in Montana were in Hungry Horse, Montana; my aunt and uncle lived there. My parents have a log cabin up near Kalispell—what’s the name of the ski resort? Whitefish? My Dad was raised near Highwood, Montana, on a wheat ranch, and my grandfather was a state senator in Montana. They retired from the ranch and lived in Hamilton for a while. I’ve been to Montana a lot, but never really back to Missoula.
Indy: So, when you came back, you were mostly heading back to the Kalispell area?
Lynch: Exactly. It’s beautiful up there.
Indy: Do you have any memories of Missoula at all?
Lynch: Um, no. Not really. But I’ve heard people say it’s a great town and I should go visit it because it’s got a real mood. And I want to go find the hospital I was born in and see if it brings back memories. I remember it was two miles from Hell’s Canyon…St. Patrick Hospital. That’s it. I’d like to get back there.
Using David Lynch’s connection to Missoula is just one way I’ve tried luring Christopher Knowles into a podcast interview.
Today I’m upping my game with a song, which I’ll eventually turn into a video I’d like to call Baphomet Big Bird. If that doesn’t make any sense, allow me to further confuse you with the song. I hope my Twitter fans enjoy this one!
a song by William Skink
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Hey quick question Travis. If you’re so proud of the anti-mandate protest why are you all using puppet accounts on Twitter to promote it but not sharing it on your own Twitter?
I have one Twitter account, and I have limited time to promote shit on Twitter. I’m too busy actually attending events in person, and meeting people face to face.
Oh, and I’m doing all this under my REAL NAME now, unlike punk-ass concern trolls like you.
Thanks for reading!
Sure thing @hellgatehhell on Twitter.
Sorry, you’re right this one is buddy Roy from Missoula County Tyranny.
I do consider Roy to be a friend, thank you for that perceptive contribution to an evolving social dynamic between two local content creators.