paris, texas

i still can't stop obsessing over my recent drive to coachella for the music festival. i left l.a. on friday night, after work. i drove by myself, with the convertible top up. 

i was listening to the soundtrack ry cooder recorded for wim wenders' paris texas (which won the palm d'or at cannes in 1984). it's surreal driving down a one-lane winding road through the desert with no streetlights listening to the twang-twang of his steel-string guitar. 

i'm not crazy about david lynch like most in l.a., i didn't even think "dark night of the soul" was that great (i went to the opening last night too at the michael kohn gallery; i do like the flaming lips mix though; for $50 i bought the stupid book anyway)... but it was a real lynch-ean moment. 

alternatively you can watch my favorite scene which is also excerpted on the soundtrack, when the main character finally finds his ex-wife in a penny arcade after all these years. the cinematography is breathtaking. look at his reflection in the glass.