Ein ziemlich langer Artikel, der sich
in zwei Teile aufteilt: zuerst ein Interview
mit/über David Lynch und dann am Ende eines
mit Trent Reznor. Um direkt zum Trent Interview
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Reznor - Death To Hootie!
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Five years after
leaving “Twin Peaks”, David Lynch has moved to an even darker place with his new movie, “Lost Highway”. And he’s taken
Trent Reznor with him.
This might be the story of a fallen idol - A
once-brilliant film director whose talents went astray and who lost his
standing and esteem. Or it might be the story of a renewed hero who overcame
loss and disdain to do the bravest work of his life. Given that the filmmaker
we are talking about is David Lynch, perhaps it's fitting that we don't know
how the story will turn out.
A few years ago, David Lynch was at the height
of his achievements. He had become the first avant-garde film artist to receive
two Academy Award nominations as Best Director, and he had brought some of his
unsettling style and vision to the recalcitrant medium of network television
with Twin Peaks - a grand-scale murder mystery that became a pop-culture
phenomenon. That same year, 1990, Lynch won the coveted Palme d'Or at Cannes for Wild at Heart (a film most
American critics hated), and he landed on the cover of Time magazine. "It
was a pretty high time," he says. "But in a high time, there's plenty
It has been five years since Lynch's last
movie, the much-maligned Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me. The director has been relatively quiet in the
interim, making commercials (Alka-Seltzer Plus, Adidas) and trying his hand at
a couple of other TV efforts, which almost nobody saw. Now, however, Lynch is
about to release a new feature film, Lost Highway, and it is something truly
startling - a work that gives structure to the interior reality of psychosis in
much the same way that Lynch's earlier movies gave form to the intangible logic
of dreams. For my tastes, Lost Highway - a film about betrayal, sex,
murder, deception and tortured memory (a good list, wouldn't you say?) - may be
the best movie David Lynch has ever made, though it may also prove to be a
major test for whatever mainstream audience he still commands. In any event,
there is nothing else like Lost Highway out there, and there is no easy way
to prepare an audience for its experience.
Lynch lives in the lower part of a hill canyon
just outside Hollywood. He owns three houses in a row on the same
street, and one of these houses figures prominently in Lost Highway - in fact, the house may be the
film's most unnerving character. In Lynch's mind, the house had to be a certain
way. He remodeled its exterior so the front featured eerie-looking slot
windows, and he also added a tunnellike hallway to the place. The changes were
worth the effort. The scene in Lost Highway where Fred Madison (played by Bill
Pullman) walks down the house's hallway into pitch darkness is a pivotal
moment: It's a portrayal of man walking into the darkness of his own destiny.
Much has been made over the years of Lynch's
homey manner - the way he wears button-down shirts, speaks in a Jimmy
Stewart-style twang and punctuates his conversations with phrases like
"golly," "righto," "you betcha" and the like.
This is all true, at least as far as I could tell. There's no question that
there's a profound darkness somewhere inside David Lynch, if only in his own
power to imagine, but it probably doesn't come to the surface easily.
On the afternoon I meet Lynch, he is dressed in
a nice black shirt (buttoned to the neck) untucked over khaki slacks. While we
talk, we sit in the carpentry studio that is located in Lynch's middle house.
The room is full of big, gleaming machines and little items of woodwork. Lynch
is 51 years old now. There are crinkles around his gentle eyes, and as he
listens and speaks, his delicate fingers sometimes flutter unconsciously.
Lynch doesn't seem bitter about the failure of
his last two movies. "When you love something," he says, "and
feel you've done it correctly, then negative criticism doesn't hurt so bad. I
love those movies. But in order to say you're successful, a film has to make
quite a lot of money, and I haven't really done that. If I was successful in
that way, I'd be ... I don't know, making pictures maybe more within the
Lynch pauses and flashes a smile. "I can
see how it's nice to be entertained," he says. "But there are
different kinds of films. I hope it would be possible to make a film that has
some depth to it but that still has a strong story and great characters, and
that people would really appreciate. That has happened in history - a film made
by a director where there is no compromise, and when the film was released, it
worked for huge numbers of people. And when that happens, it's thrilling to the
It is true that Lynch's movies have never been
major commercial successes. They've generally done better with critics than
with audiences that is, until Wild at Heart and Fire Walk With Me, when they
didn't do too well with either. At the same time, in the 25 years that he has
been making films, David Lynch has had a considerable impact on modern cinema.
He has influenced not only the way films look but also how filmmakers tell
their stories and how their characters speak and behave. When you watch the
films of Quentin Tarantino, Gus Van Sant, Tim Burton, the Coen brothers, Jim
Jarmusch, Jane Campion and Todd Haynes, you are seeing talented directors
working with a sense of permission and stylistic nerve that David Lynch helped
Lynch's first feature film, 1976's Eraserhead,
was a spooky black-and-white independent venture that played like a sex
nightmare captured in lucid form (well, semilucid). It told the story of Henry
Spencer, a pillar-haired man who finds his already-fearful life made all the
more fearful when he unwittingly fathers a demanding, helpless, half-human
infant. Henry eventually kills the baby. Or maybe he just sets it free. Either
way, the results are both awful and wondrous. The film's meanings were hardly
plain (Lynch later admitted that the story partly reflected his own fears about
the confinements of youthful marriage and fatherhood), but for many viewers, Eraserhead's
fantastic imagery and industrial-Gothic atmosphere were meaning enough. Though
some critics saw the influences of surrealism and expressionism in the movie,
Lynch claims he was simply filming the vision that he saw in his own head. One
thing is for certain: Eraserhead was a radical and indelible viewing
experience, and it presented Lynch as one of the few fully original visionaries
to emerge in postwar American cinema.
Eraserhead played largely to college audiences
and midnight art-house crowds. With his next film, The Elephant Man (produced by Mel
Brooks), Lynch got the chance to reach for a broader audience. The Elephant Man
was Lynch's version of the life of John Merrick, the horribly deformed man in
Victorian England who briefly managed to transcend the cruelty of his own body
and of the world around him. Lynch's script for the film was linear and fairly
orthodox, even old-fashioned - like a 1930s or '40s misunderstood-beast horror
tale - but the movie's cinematography had much the same abstract, spectral look
as Eraserhead. The effort won Lynch an Academy Award nomination for Best
Director and also earned him the chance to direct Dino De Laurentiis'
production of Frank Herbert's epic science-fiction novel, Dune. The latter
proved a disaster, an embarrassing, indecipherable mess though, like nearly all
of Lynch's work, it still held moments of stunning imagery. Lynch later forced
the removal of his name from the film's credits. "With Dune," he
says, "I felt like I had sort of sold myself out."
Dune's failure turned out to be a saving grace.
Had it been a mass success, Lynch might have got snared in the Hollywood machinery that reduces interesting
filmmakers to blockbuster formalists. Instead, with his next movie, Blue Velvet
(1986), Lynch delivered a wonderfully twisted landmark of modern film. Blue
Velvet is the story of Jeffrey Beaumont (Kyle MacLachlan), a young man who
returns to the small city he was raised in and finds that behind the town's
pacific facades, people are living lives of malice, corruption and humiliation.
Jeffrey also finds terrifying desires within himself, including an appetite for
sexually abusing a woman (Dorothy, played by Isabella Rossellini) who is so
damaged that, without more damage, she can no longer feel longing or trust.
Blue Velvet with its dark town and dark souls, and its strangely hopeful ending
- earned Lynch his second Oscar nomination.
Four years later, Lynch took the same
obsessions that defined Blue Velvet and transported them to prime-time network
television. Twin Peaks, an ABC series created by Lynch with screenwriter and
author Mark Frost, was the story of a small-town homecoming queen, Laura Palmer
(played by Sheryl Lee), whose murder tears open a whole community's intricate
webwork of secret sex, violence and horror. It was also the story of FBI agent
Dale Cooper (MacLachlan), whose investigation of Laura Palmer's death leads him
to some creepy discoveries about how evil can share the places and dreams where
people live, and how it can get passed along from troubled heart to troubled
For its first several weeks, Twin Peaks was a sensation. More important, it
demonstrated that network television was capable of producing an audacious and
cutting-edge work of culture. But Twin Peaks' ratings began to dip, and Lynch says the
network pressed him and Frost to solve the central murder mystery.
"The murder of Laura Palmer," Lynch
says, "was the center of the story, the thing around which all the show's
other elements revolved - like a sun in a little solar system. It was not
supposed to get solved. The idea was for it to recede a bit into the
background, and the foreground would be that week's show. But the mystery of
the death of Laura Palmer would stay alive. And it's true: As soon as that was
over, it was basically the end. There were a couple of moments later when a
wind of that mystery - a wind from that other world - would come blowing back
in, but it just wasn't the same, and it couldn't be the same. I loved Twin Peaks, but after that, it kind of drifted
After Twin Peaks, things misfired badly for Lynch. His
prize-winning film at Cannes, Wild at Heart (based on the novel
by Barry Gifford), seemed unfocused and loopy compared with his earlier, better
works. There Lynch made his worst mistake: He returned to the terrain of his
greatest success, Twin Peaks, and plumbed its dark central story. Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me
aimed to reveal the events leading up to Laura Palmer's murder, but the TV
series had already done so by outlining her descent into hell, then leaving its
details to the viewer's imagination. Still, the movie had some powerful moments
- a narcotized sex party at a roadhouse club, monstrous rages between Laura and
her father, the bloody train-car murder ritual - and brilliant, terror-giving
performances by Ray Wise (as Leland Palmer) and Sheryl Lee. Reviewers tore the
film apart. This was not the Twin Peaks that fans remembered.
Lynch's stellar moment had faded - or, some
critics would say, had been tarnished by the director himself. He had changed
film, he had changed television, but most of that was forgotten. Popular
culture turns over quickly, and David Lynch had fallen off it's wheel.
Will Lost Highway change that bad fortune? Hard to
say. Certainly its unexpected plot turns and mystifying final movement may
prove dismaying for viewers accustomed to the unambiguous narratives that
define today's popular-film sensibility. "Every single element in a
movie," says Lynch, "now had to be understood - and understood at the
lowest common denominator. It's a real shame, because there are so many places
that people could go it they weren't corralled so tightly with those kinds of
Lost Highway, co-written by Lynch and Barry
Gifford, is the story of Fred Madison (Bill Pullman), a jazz saxophonist
married to a dark-haired, sexy, cold woman named Renee (Patricia Arquette, in a
tricky and award-worthy performance). Fred and Renee share a dark bedroom in a
dark, almost windowless house (darkness is everywhere in the first part of this
movie), but they don't share confidences, and they don't share time together.
Fred suspects that Renee may have another life, another lover. One morning,
Fred and Renee begin to find cryptic videos left at their front door, showing
the two of them asleep in their bed. It's a scary intrusion, but for Fred it
also represents another kind of violation: He hates the presence of a video
camera. "I like to remember things my own way," he tells a policeman,
"not necessarily the way they happened."
One horrible night, Fred thinks he senses
someone in the house. He wanders off into the house's blackness, and when he
returns, Renee has been savagely murdered. Did Fred kill her? He isn't sure,
but he ends up on death row for the crime. There, on another horrible night, he
suffers a psychic implosion, and when he comes to, Fred no longer exists. He
has been replaced by (or metamorphosed into) a younger man, Pete Dayton
(Balthazar Getty), who possesses no memory of how he entered Fred's cell.
Since Fred Madison and Pete Dayton are
seemingly not the same man, and since the younger man is guilty of nothing more
than an old car-theft charge, Pete is set free. He returns to his job as an
auto mechanic, where one of his prize customers is a gangster, Mr. Eddy (Robert
Loggia), who has a taste for fine cars, ravishing women, guns and pornography.
One afternoon, Mr. Eddy brings a Cadillac to the shop. He is accompanied by a
lovely blond woman (also played by Arquette). That night, the blonde - who
calls herself Alice - returns alone to see Pete, and the two begin a feverish
affair. This, Mr. Eddy makes plain, is not to his liking. Alice grows frightened and wants to flee Los Angeles with Pete. First, though, she
persuades him to help her rob a friend of Mr. Eddy's whom she sometimes fucks
for money. The robbery goes wrong; Pete accidentally kills the man
(horrifically but also hilariously). It is then that Pete finds out Alice is not the woman he thought she was
and that everything in Lost Highway - time, fate, identity and love -
turns inside out.
There's more that could be said about the
film's plot twists and characters - especially about a gnomish figure called
the Mystery Man (played with elegant menace by Robert Blake), who reckons
crucially into Fred's and Pete's fates. But a narrative exposition can't truly
illuminate what Lynch has accomplished with Lost Highway. Long after the movie's frantic
closing moments, you will wonder how its mysteries fold in on one another. Who
killed Renee? Are Renee and Alice the same woman? And the Mystery Man: Just who
the fuck is he? Is he an incubus or a demon - or is he as close to an honest
and redeeming character as can be found in this story? The keys are all there -
Lost Highway is not simply an absurd conundrum - but the answers can be as hard
to uncover as the hidden details of a dream.
"You can say that a lot of Lost Highway is internal," says Lynch.
"It's Fred's story. It's not a dream: It's realistic, though according to
Fred's logic. But I don't want to say too much. The reason is: I love
mysteries. To fall into a mystery and its danger ... everything becomes so
intense in those moments. When most mysteries are solved, I feel tremendously
let down. So I want things to feel solved up to a point, but there's got to be
a certain percentage left over to keep the dream going. It's like at the end of
Chinatown: The guy says, 'Forget it, Jake,
it's Chinatown.' You understand it, but you don't
understand it, and it keeps that mystery alive. That's the most beautiful
Barry Gifford, Lynch's co-writer on Lost Highway, is slightly more forthcoming.
"Let's say you don't want to be yourself anymore," he says.
"Something happens to you, and you just show up in Seattle, living under the name Joe Smith,
with a whole different reality. It means that you're trying to escape
something, and that's basically what Fred Madison does. He gets into a fugue
state, which in this case means that he can't go anywhere - he's in a prison
cell, so it's happening internally, within his own mind. But things don't work
out any better in the fugue state than they do in real life. He can't control
the woman any more than he could in real life. You might say this is an
explanation for what happens. However, this is not a complete explanation for
the film. Things happen in this film that are not - and should not be - easily
Gifford is right: There's more to Lost Highway than its mysteries. There's also
the movie's painterly photography, the tense and subtle performances by Bill
Pullman and Patricia Arquette, and the bravura creepiness of Robert Blake's
Mystery Man, plus a throbbing undercurrent of ambient sound by Nine Inch Nails'
Trent Reznor during the video sequences. All these elements add up to making Lost Highway a film about the wonder of what
film can be.
"For me," says Lynch, "a film
exists somewhere before you do it. It's sitting in some abstract world,
complete, and you're just listening to it talk to you, telling you the way it's
supposed to be. But not until all the sound and music and editing has been done
do you truly know what it is. Then it's finished. It feels right, the way it's
supposed to be, or as right as it can. And when it's finished, you're back in a
world where you don't control anything. You just do the best you can, then say
In the days between my first and second
conversations with David Lynch, actor Jack Nance - whom Lynch had worked with
for 25 years - was found dead in his South Pasadena, Calif., home. The day before, Nance had
gotten into a fight with two men in a doughnut shop and suffered a severe head
It was Nance who played Henry, Lynch's
high-strung alter ego in Eraserhead. He also appeared in most of Lynch's
subsequent films and played the art of Pete Martell the long-suffering
lumber-mill foreman, in Twin Peak. In that series' opening moments,
he makes the awful discovery of Laura Palmer's dead body; in its final hour, he
is blown to kingdom come.
"He was one of my best friends," says
Lynch. "Jack had a quality ... it's hard to put into words, but in my
mind, Jack was a real Kafka character, Gregor Samsa [the man transformed into a
cockroach in The Metamorphosis], which means to me: He understands trouble.
He's trying to do the right thing, but he's also sensing the darkness and
confusion of the world. That was pretty much Jack. He really had a pretty rough
life, and it was rougher because he was a thinking person. Sometimes when you
don't worry so much about stuff, you're actually kinder to yourself."
Nance's death bears close relation to Lynch's
work. Clearly, this is a dangerous world - death and destruction are often
closer than we would like to believe - and this is one of the major themes of
Lynch's movies. But it is also Lynch's powerful treatment of this theme -
especially the way he presents the caprices of violence - that has turned many
critics against him. Some reviewers found Wild at Heart's impassioned scenes of
brain bashing and decapitation all but unbearable, and Fire Walk With Me was
excoriated for its depictions of father-daughter incest and murder (which,
actually, were quite heart-rending). Other critics have expressed outrage at
Lynch's portrayal of female characters as either victims or malicious
seductresses (particularly Dorothy in Blue Velvet). Lost Highway likely won't be
immune to these protests. In the preview screenings I saw, several viewers
audibly gagged at the scene where Alice's slimy fuck-for-money customer is
killed (I think it's the sound effect, which is astonishing). More troubling is
the scene where Alice is forced to strip at gunpoint for Mr. Eddy. She is terrified at first,
but her body starts to undulate in movements of pleasure, as if she's turned on
by being forced into this act. Then she puts her head between Mr. Eddy's legs,
smiling the perfect smile.
These are moments that will drive some viewers
nuts - particularly those who think that depictions of explicit violence and
chancy sex threaten the moral or cultural sanity of our times. Lynch has been
hearing these arguments for years. "I'm not sure what these people are
saying," he says. "Is it that if you depicted no graphic violence,
the world would calm down and there would be less violence? Or is it that if
you sense certain things about violence and then portray those things in a
film, does that make the violence go to another level? Or is the violence in
films a way to experience something without having to do it in real life?
"It's a tricky thing," he continues.
"When you're an artist, you pick up on certain thin that are in the air.
You just feel it. It's not like you're sitting down, thinking, 'What can I do
to really mess things up?' You're getting ideas, and then the ideas feed into a
story, and the story takes shape. And if you're honest about it and you're
thinking about characters and what they do, you now see that your ideas are
about trouble. You're feeling more depth, and you're describing something that
is going on in some way.
"In film, life-and-death struggles make
you sit up, lean forward a little bit. They amplify things happening, in
smaller ways, in all of us. These things show up in relationships. They show up
in struggles and bring them to a critical point.
"I don't know where to break this
thing," he says. "Are we in the business of falling in love with
stories? What if every movie had to have a positive message at the end? If we
only put out pleasant films, nothing would really stop, except that people
would stop going to the movies."
In some of his earlier work, David Lynch would
deliver something magnificent and terrible only to creep back from its
implications. At the end of Blue Velvet, after a night of mayhem and death,
pretty birds come out to sing (though they hold worms in their beaks). In Twin Peak, after Leland Palmer confesses to
killing his own child, we learn that he had actually been occupied by an
otherworldly presence - something that FBI Agent Dale Cooper found more
comforting than the idea that "a man would rape and murder his own
daughter." In these moments, some semblance of order is restored after all
the horror. "Once you're exposed to fearful things. . ." he once told
ROLLING STONE, "you begin to worry that the peaceful, happy life could
vanish or be threatened."
In Lost Highway, Lynch does not pull back. The plot
delivers you to no easy place. Order is not restored, and not all the guilty
are clearly punished. (After all, who isn't guilty in this story?) Instead, the
movie's final moments are nothing but chaos and fear.
This may sound strange, but there is something
heartening about witnessing one of America's most inventive artists allowing
his art to grow darker, more difficult - especially at a point where he has
everything to lose and at a time when there are loud voices in our culture who
can stand no more admissions of darkness into the popular arts. Lynch has
decided to put his vision up on the screen and protect neither himself nor us
from it. Maybe he's saying that life's fractures aren't always easily
comprehended or corrected. Or maybe he's saying that art shouldn't be reduced
to something that, in the end, serves mainly to allay our anxieties or
reinforce a fiction of order. Either way, it's a hell of a treat to see a brave
artist working again at full strength. There's something about it that, truly,
thrills the soul.
"Death To Hootie!" oben
Trent Reznor Makes
A Case For Danger
by Dan Winters
Some of the most wondrous moments in David
Lynch's Lost Highway owe significantly to the aural genius of Nine
Inch Nails' Trent Reznor. His thick, ambient drones - during the film's
mysterious video sequences - give the fated house where the film's two main
characters, Fred and Renee, live a life all its own; it's as if the walls were breathing
and murmuring, or trying to whisper horrid secrets. In his own way, Reznor has
created a tense and powerful soundscape here that is inventive (and likely to
be as style defining) as Bernard Herrmann's orchestration for the famous shower
scene in Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho.
Like Lynch, Reznor is one of the artists who is
helping to change popular culture's mainstream sensibility. His 1994 album, The
Downward Spiral, is among the most radical sound assemblies ever to become a
multi-million seller, and also one of the most ingenious: It mixes violent
textures with lovely melodies, all to frame a harrowing, deeply affecting story
of one man's descent into his own abject soul. The effort made Reznor a major
star - and a busy one. In the years since, he has toured with Nine Inch Nails,
supported David Bowie on another big tour, produced the startling soundtrack
for Oliver Stone's Natural Born Killers and also helped produce three CD's for
shock-rock fave Marilyn Manson, including Anti-Christ Superstar. Reznor also
became a target for cultural moralists William Bennett and C. DeLores Tucker,
who expressed outrage at what they viewed as his music's assault on decency.
What Bennett and Tucker fail to comprehend is that there is more than one
mainstream in America. There's a mainstream in which
people acknowledge and cope with pain and fear and anger. It's not a small one;
if it were, there wouldn't be so much disturbing or so-called dangerous art
that is also so popular. Reznor is a star not just because he makes great
sounds or looks sexy; he's also a star becasue his audience likes and needs to
hear what he has to say.
His new songs on the Lost Highway soundtrack (which also includes new
music by the Smashing Pumpkins, Marilyn Manson, Lou Reed and David Bowie, among
others) are the only things we'll be hearing from Reznor for a while. He's
working simultaneously on two new records, but he isn't willing to say when
they'll be released. I interviewed him twice - once in his Los Angeles hotel room and a second time during
a late-night phone conversation. I found him to be a gentle-mannered,
soft-spoken and steadily thoughtful man who isn't afraid to say strong things.
How did you come to work with David Lynch?
He was looking for somebody to provide some of
the sound for Lost Highway, and a friend suggested he give me
a call. I hadn't seen the film, but I'm a huge David Lynch fan - we used to
hold up Nine Inch Nails shows just so we could watch the latest Twin Peaks. So we set up a weekend for him to
come to my place in New Orleans. At first it was like the most
high-pressure situation ever. It was literally one minute, "Hi, I'm David
Lynch," and he's cooler than I ever imagined he would be. Three minutes
later, he's saying: "Well, let's go in the studio and get started."
Then he'd describe a scene and say, "Here's what I want. Now, there's a
police car chasing Fred down the highway, and I want you to picture this:
There's a box, OK? And in this box, there's snakes coming out; snakes whizzing
past your face. So, what I want is the sound of that - the snakes whizzing out
of the box - but it's got to be like impending doom." And he hadn't
brought any footage with him. He says, "OK, OK, go ahead. Give me that
He wasn't doing it to intimidate me. At the
same time, I had to tell him, "David, I'm not a film-effects guy, I don't
have ad clients, and I'm not used to being in this environment. I don't work
that way, so respect that and understand that I just need a few moments to be
alone, so that I know that when I suck, no one is knowing that I'm sucking, and
then I'll give you the good stuff." I'm thinking, "Boy, he must
really think I suck now." But by the end it went cool. And then he turned
over all the music that was in the film and asked me to make a CD out of it. So
I've done my best to make the CD a fair representation of the film, because
this isn't Mortal Kombat, you know. This is David's movie. To the person that
hates pop music who buys this David Lynch soundtrack, they will get what they
want out of it. At the same time, I want it to have some degree of
accessibility for the 13-, 14-year-old kid who buys it because I have a new
song on it; or for the Smashing Pumpkins fan who buys it for that. Anyway, I
think the whole thing flows, and that's my main contribution to the project.
What was your estimation of the film?
When I saw the finished one, I thought,
"Fuck, this is fantastic." It's abstract and bizarre, but it also has
enough payoff. But there is that one weird night in the movie [when Fred
transforms into Pete Dayton]. I wanted to know what the fuck happened that
There's no really easy closure in the movie.
It's more like a Mobius-strip story than a beginning-to-end narrative. That may
prove difficult for some viewers . . .
But that's another reason to praise [Lynch], in
the sense that he's not really catering to them. When I saw Blue Velvet, I
walked out of the theater changed and very shaken. I talked to someone later,
and they said, "Didn't you think that was funny?" I didn't think it
was funny. I was terrified, because, when I saw it, I realized I would have
done the same thing as Kyle MacLachlan's character. I would've tried to sneak
in, I would've felt for her - I would've done it all.
I also remember the Twin Peaks episode where Leland bashes
Maddie's head against the wall, and then he's driving the car with the body in
the back. I thought, "This is the scariest, most violent thing I've ever
seen on television, ever. Fuckin'-A, someone got away with it." I could
also see why people had a problem with it. It wasn't, you know, Fresh Prince of
I think that with that series, he was tapping
into a consciousness of America thatAmerica wasn't quite ready to accept from
its mass entertainment.
That reminds me of something David said to me
one night. We drove past some billboard of some soon-to-be-playing movie. And
he says, "You know, I kind of envy, in a way, someone like Steven
Spielberg, who I think really does what they believe in 100 percent, and it
just happens to jibe with the consciousness of America and its billion
dollar-making movies. I don't think he's catering to the market so much as he's
doing what he really believes in. I do what I believe in, which is all I can
do, and it gets a slice of whatever." It struck me as an interesting way
to look at things. I could see where, as a director, you could be bitter about
the guys who have that success, but that isn't him. It impressed me, that
sincerity, almost a naivete.
Sometimes in my music, I'll try things, and
I'll think, "No one's going to like this, but it's not fucking Bush."
I'm not claiming it's the weirdest avant-garde contemporary piece ever, but
hopefully it challenges you. Either you don't like it, or you think,
"Fuck, that's cool - that makes me realize how shitty the stuff is that
I've been listening to." I'm stretching it a bit here, patting myself on
Years ago, Lynch told "Rolling Stone"
that part of what he was trying to do with his films was "to make art
popular." Does that in any way describe what you are trying to do with
Well, it sounds pretentious to say that, but,
yeah, I do look at it as art, not just as selling records or making a
commercial product. I'd like to open people's eyes up to something a little bit
different than the mainstream crap that's out there. I think I took a lot of
the things I liked and kind of recycled and hopefully added something to them -
maybe that hook that they didn't have before - and maybe that might reel in a
listener who wasn't as in tune with that sort of sound. Maybe it opens their
eyes to a new thing. That's the aspiration, anyway.
But because your work does well on the charts,
doesn't that also make your music, in a sense, mainstream?
If you'd asked me years ago, when I started,
I'd have said, "No, I'm not mainstream." But that's a blanket of
protection you wear to avoid saying something that could be perceived
negatively. Yeah, I think my music is mainstream. You can't sell that many
records and still think that you're in the underground. I'm not saying you
can't have that underground or alternative element to it, but the underground
has infiltrated, to some degree, into the mainstream. But the reason I sleep
well at night is because I know I didn't try to cater to the mainstream. Before
The Downward Spiral came out, I said to the label, "Look - sorry, but I
don't think there's a fucking single in here. I don't think it's going to sell
for shit, but I had to make this record, because it's what I'm about right now;
I believe in it 100 percent. I'm sorry, though, there's not something to
justify the money you gave me to make it." Then "Closer" takes
off, and the fucking record sells 2 or 3 million copies. It surprised me
because - not to sound lofty, but I didn't think people would get it, you know?
Why is that?
Well, I made the first song on the record,
"Mr. Self Destruct," sound like I wanted it to be: the shittiest
sounding thing that, by the end, just deteriorates into noise. It is not
fucking Michael Jackson. Then I followed it with a light, swinging jazz song -
just the exact opposite of what you'd expect. And then with "Closer."
. . . I wrote that song, and I was afraid to put it on the record. I thought I
could make a whole album of noise with me screaming, and I'd be safe, at least with
the people who liked Pretty Hate Machine. But instead, "Closer" is a
song with a simple disco beat and a Prince kind of harmony vocal line. That, I
thought, would open me up to a lot more criticism from the safe company of
alternative people I'm supposed to be catering to. Then, when The Downward
Spiral took off, I thought, "Fuck, this is what I want to do." It
should be like that, you know.
The new stuff I'm working on is even more
disparate than The Downward Spiral. I'm not afraid of trying things out. This
next record: It will either be huge or a career stopper. It won't be safe,
You alluded to the purism of the alternative
audience, which can sometimes prove pretty maddening. It's as if once you've
made music that reaches a truly large audience, both you and your work become
I went through a phase where I thought we [Nine
Inch Nails] were the cool thing that only a few people or critics knew about.
And then our records started infiltrating suburban malls. And then little kid
sisters started wearing Nine Inch Nails shirts. And then, suddenly, it's not as
cool as it was before, even though it's the same music. And I had this
knee-jerk reaction: "Fuck you, and now I'm more pissed off, so I'll make
something even more unlistenable." But I wasn't being true to myself then.
I was catering to an audience that I was trying to re-prove my credibility to.
And some of those people are full of shit in the first place.
Let me tell you about something that really
helped me out: I saw U2 for the first time, on their Zoo TV Tour. I was
backstage with Marilyn Manson, sitting in a room, and Bono comes in. I'd never
met him, but we knew of each other through Flood, the producer who worked on
both of our records. Bono sat down and talked with me for an hour, and we had
this kind of drunken mind meld. I said: "I'll tell you what I'm going
through now. We went from being underground-elite darlings to the point where
we're getting shit on by those same people because now we sell records. And I
know you guys have gone through the same thing." Bono says: "Fuck
those people. That's like saying, 'You're cool enough to listen to my music,
but you - you grew up in Wisconsin; you're not cool enough to listen
to it.' That's a kind of fascism." He goes, "You do what you believe
you have to do. That's what we've always done. You believe in yourself and
don't worry about the people who don't like it because it's not the right
fashion statement that they're trying to adhere to."
Now U2's not my favorite band, but I do respect
them, and in the same way I respect Bowie: They change without fear of
change. I left that night thinking, "He's right. Why am I concerned about
some snotty-nosed college magazine that thinks I'm not cool because people
liked the record and bought it?" After that, I got over that whole thing.
Well, there's a flip side to that. Because a
lot of people like your music and seem to identify with what you're saying,
some writers have said that - just like Kurt Cobain a few years ago or Bob
Dylan a generation ago - you are now speaking to and for a certain generation
and its sensibility or experience. Are you comfortable with that description?
It's an unwelcome statement because I don't
consider myself that at all. I never have. I think that maybe what I'm saying,
people of that generation picked up on and related to, but by no means do I
think that. . . . Look, I just sat in my bedroom and wrote how I felt, why I
was upset about things, filled up a piece of paper and sang it, and then people
related to it. That's as far as it goes. There isn't anything lofty about it.
But you have also been criticized for being a
bad influence on your audience. Your song "Big Man With a Gun" was
cited by William Bennet and C. DeLores Tucker as being dangerous because of its
violent imagery. Your music and that of Tupac Shakur and the Death Row
gangsta-rap artists were a large part of why Bennett and Tucker demanded that
Time Warner disavow its relationship with Interscope Records.
They don't have any idea what they're talking
about. They called Nine Inch Nails a rap band. I think my music's more
disturbing than Tupac's - or at least I thought some of the themes of The
Downward Spiral were more disturbing on a deeper level - you know, issues about
suicide and hating yourself and God and people and everything else. But I know
that's not why they singled me out. They singled me out because I said fuck in
a song, and said, "I got a big gun and a big dick."
Do you ever worry that some music could have a
damaging influence on an audience? I remember, for example, Lou Reed once
telling me that he'd stopped performing "Heroin" for a time because
too many people told him that song had inspired them to shoot junk.
That song's a piece of art, though. The first
and only time I ever tried heroin, I listened to that song. I was in a big Lou
Reed phase, and heroin seemed like this whole glamorous . . . thing. Then I
realized, "Hey, this is shitty." It wasn't really the song - it was
my own decision and my own stupidity. You could say that song is dangerous, but
it should be. If nothing else, it brings the subject to light, you know.
I did a song on Downward Spiral where I'm
talking about killing myself. I dreamed it, and I thought it, and it was like,
"Oh, God, I'm going to do this." So I wrote it into a poem, and I
found it tied in with the theory of the record: that at the worst state the
character goes into, suicide might be an option. But I think by just saying it
and bringing it to light, maybe it helps. I've been so depressed about things, and
then I'll hear a song, and I'll think, "Fuck, I can relate to that.
Someone else feels that way." In its own way it becomes enlightening, and
I feel release. When I'm onstage singing - screaming this primal scream - I
look at the audience, and everyone else is screaming the lyrics back at me.
Even though what I'm saying appears negative, the release of it becomes a
positive experience, I think, and provides some catharsis to other people.
In a way, that brings us back to the subject of
the mainstream. Some of these same moralist critics say that what's bad about
music like yours is that it assaults or offends mainstream values.
When I was growing up, rock & roll helped
give me my sense of identity, but I had to search for it. I remember I loved
the Clash, but I was an outcast because you were supposed to like Journey.
Before that, I loved Kiss. The thing these bands gave me was invaluable - that
whole spirit of rebellion. Rock & roll should be about rebellion. Rock
& roll should be about rebellion. It should piss your parents off, and it
should offer some element of taboo. It should be dangerous, you know? But I'm
not sure it really is dangerous anymore. Now, thanks to MTV and radio, rock
& roll gets pumped into your house every second of every day. Being a rock
& roll star has become as legitimate a career option as being an astronaut
or a policeman or a fireman. That's why I applaud - even helped create - bands
like Marilyn Manson. The shock-rock value. I think it's necessary. Death to
Hootie and the Blowfish, you know? It's safe. It's legitimate.
Look at Marilyn Manson: They have no qualms
about taking that whole thing on. The scene needs that, you know. It doesn't
need another Pearl Jam-rip-off band. It doesn't need
the politically correct R.E.M.s telling us, "We don't eat meat." Fuck
you to all that. We need someone who wants to say, "You know what? I jack
off 10 times a night, and I fuck groupies." It's not considered safe to
say that now, but rock shouldn't be safe. I'm not saying I adhere whole-heartedly
to that in my own lifestyle, but I think that's the aesthetic we need right
now. There needs to be some element of anarchy or something that dares to be
But a lot of people would say that art -
whether it be music, film, or any other form - has an obligation to improve the
world. Do you think art has any obligations?
I do in the sense that I think it might help
somebody understand themselves better. It's like what we were talking about
before. I write a song about killing myself. You hear it, and you go, "I'm
not the only person who ever felt that way." You feel safer in knowing
you're not the only person who ever thought that. And I think: "Mission accomplished." To me, that's
the way art communicates to people, that's how it helps.
What about the art that addresses people who
might want to kill somebody other than themselves?
There's a part of me that is intrigued by that.
For example, I loved the Hannibal Lecter character in The Silence of the Lambs.
The last person I want to see get hurt in that story is him. And I think,
"Why do I look at him as a hero figure?" Because you respect him.
Because he represents everything you wish you could be in a lawless, moralless
society. I allow myself to think, "Yeah, if I could kill people without
reprimand, maybe I would, you know?" I hate myself for thinking that, but
there's an appeal to the idea, because it is a true freedom. Is it wrong? Yeah.
But is there an appeal to that? Yeah. It's the ultimate taboo.
My awakening about all that stuff came from
meeting Sharon Tate's sister. While I was working on Downward Spiral, I was
living in the house where Sharon Tate was killed. Then one day I met her
sister. It was a random thing, just a brief encounter. And she said: "Are
you exploiting my sister's death by living in her house?" For the first
time the whole thing kind of slapped me in the face. I said, "No, it's
just sort of my own interest in American folklore. I'm in this place where a
weird part of history occurred." I guess it never really struck me before,
but it did then. She lost her sister from a senseless, ignorant situation that
I don't want to support. When she was talking to me, I realized for the first
time, "What if it was my sister?" I thought, "Fuck Charlie
Manson." I don't want to be looked at as a guy who supports serial-killer
I went home and cried that night. It made me
see there's another side to things, you know? It's one thing to go around with
your dick swinging in the wind, acting like it doesn't matter. But when you
understand the repercussions that are felt . . . that's what sobered me up:
realizing that what balances out the appeal of the lawlessness and the lack of
morality and the whole thing is the other end of it, the victims who don't
You've talked a lot in the past - and on
"Downward Spiral" - about self-loathing. Would you say that you now
like yourself better than you did before?
I've got more thanks and praise and more money
than before. But from a self-esteem perspective, I've liked myself more. . . .
I've lost friends. I've lost band members. I've lost a sense of self-worth in a
way. And while I always wished I'd get to this place of success, once you get
it, it's not that great. I'm not bitching about it. I mean, it is great in a
million ways, but it's not self-affirming on every level, and you wish it was.
I don't go to sleep thinking, "I'm Kevin Costner," you know,
"I've done it!"
And the bigger you get in the rock arena, the
more people want to fuck with you, to tear you down and criticize you. For
example, you write a song you think is dangerous to write because it says
something that you're embarrassed to say. But because it's embarassing, because
it's extreme in its nature, then you've got everyone saying, "He doesn't
mean it. He's just trying to cash in." You find yourself initially saying,
"Yes, I did. I meant it. I am that bummed out."
I would only hope that maybe, in a world of
insincere, bullshit, pop-music crap, this music might make a difference. And
that's why I do it: I think it does. But at the same time, think how much
easier it would be to be a bland rock band that doesn't mean anything and just
What will the new music be like?
There will be two records that will probably come
out around the same time. One will be with people I had with me in the live
band. We're playing and writing together in a band called Tapeworm. That one
will be a little bit more like what you think industrial music is like now. The
new Nine Inch Nails will be more like a funk hip-hop record. It will piss a lot
of people off, and it's going to change the world at the same time, I hope.
That's all I can aspire to. That and staying 10 steps ahead of Billy Corgan.