If Javi Grillo-Marxuach were not the author of my favorite LOST episodes of all time, "…all the best cowboys have daddy issues." and "Orientation", and had not written several others in his tenure with LOST — not to mention his work on the LOST Experience — I probably wouldn’t be seeking face time with him right now. Then again, I probably wouldn’t be talking to you either. Javi is the kind of guy with the boundless energy and nimble creativity that makes shows like LOST even possible.
I’m not going to try to mislead you people. I’m a LOST fan. I know this may be a shock, but its true. I love LOST above all other shows. This does not stop me, however, from being a huge fan of Javi’s ancillary and post- LOST work. I own every copy of The Middleman (even the mimeograph editions), which you are obligated to get more information on here, and am working on getting his Battlestar Galactica comics together, which you must also check out (just nod and say ‘by your command’.) I loved ‘The Chronicle’ back in the day, the way you love a kid with a terminal illness (just too brilliant to last), Javi’s done Charmed, The Pretender, The Dead Zone, Jake 2.0, and now he’s doing Medium, which, sorry Javi, I Tivo every week and watch immediately after LOST.
So I was thrilled to have the opportunity to briefly interview Javi and ask some of my burning questions. And yes, don’t worry, I did try to find out what the Monster was…
Doc: Hey Javi, we have something in common. We both saw the original Battlestar Galactica in its theatrical run…
Javier Grillo-Marxuach: Ah yes…why, back then, the moving picture shows had no sound and were presented in black and white…I can still hear the nickelodeon’s pipe organ burbling away the strains of Stu Philips’ Colonial anthem over the clitter-clatter of the hand-cranked projector…I remember sitting in a wooden seat, munching on peanuts and cracker-jack while the siege of Cimitar played on the screen and the rest of the patrons ran out the back, thinking the Cylon Raiders would come out of the screen and hit them! Those were the days!
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