DOUBLE PICK OF THE WEEK:

Laura Palmer’s Prom - You Say Party! We Say Die! + Twin Peaks - Surfer Blood

One night when I was ten years old I was sick with the flu and couldn’t sleep. I went into the den and tried to  fall asleep to the TV. Except that my channel flipping lead to David Lynch’s “what the heck” masterpiece Twin Peaks. As I watched a backwards-talking midget in a checkerboard room, I assumed that I was suffering from some fevered hallucination. It soon dawned on me that this was an actual program and it terrified me. Jump thirteen years later, and I still haven’t the nerve to watch the show. Though it looks like the rest of popular culture demands that I see it.

First those awesome bus ads came out piquing my interest. And now rock bands demand that I see the show because eventually all rock music will be about Twin Peaks and if I don’t get on board then I’ll be stuck listening to Fleetwood Mac and Candlebox for the rest of my life.  —DJ Bears