Coming Soon: Blue Like Titanic Jazz

Devoted Interwebs Readers, I have a shortcoming to admit.  I am NOT on the cutting edge of the information highway.  If that highway were the Autobahn, I’d be the one in the 1999 Buick Granny Car in the far right lane hunched low in the seat and waving the Lamborghini’s and Bugatti Veyron’s past.  (Do look up the Veyron cause it is one hot car and I’ve been saving for one for a while and finally have enough money…for a lugnut).

Suffice it to say that I will occassionally stumble upon something I find interesting and feel like I’m the first in the whole world to discover it like some new scientific element and I daydream about what to name it…Davidodium or AwesomPossumous417 or something like that (which incidentally would also be some good names for a youth group if you’re in the market) but what I generally find is that everyone else on the planet has already seen the video, visited the site and bought the t-shirt.

So what that means is that I have accepted my role on the planet as the Safety.  Now I did not play football for longer than 3 minutes in high school and that was only tryouts, but I did see “Facing the Giants” and so therefore feel qualified to use this sports analogy.

The Safety, as I understand it, is neither Plan A or Plan B on the field.  Nor C through Y.  The Safety is Plan Z. The “Holy-Crap-I’m-The-Only-One-Left” Plan.  I don’t want to overwhelm you with football terminology, but in this instance, in case the “pigsheath obilisk” is delivered down the field past all the other “defenders” and “offenders” and “umpires” and “strikers” and “deathknights”, the safety is the one tasked with stopping them before they make a basket.

That’s my job.  I’m the Safety.  Because somewhere in Uganda or Kerplunkistan or Montgomery there’s some kid in a mudhut that’s just gotten access to AOL and he or she is completely unaware of that Vimeo wonderment which defines your entire convo at the watercooler.  But let me just burst your bubble…if you’re still standing around a water cooler in 2010, you’re closer to that mudhut than you think, so Ha!

All that to say….did you hear there’s a “Blue Like Jazz” movie coming out?  Well, not soon, mind you, they’re still in the early stages of fundraising, but that’s pretty cool, right?  There’s even a BlueLikeJazzTheMovie.com where you can track their progress.  I myself, being the Information Safety I am, have not read the book, but it is on my list right after “Hinds Feet, High Places” and “UberRogue: Sarah Palin”.  But I kinda want to bump it to the top of my list now because of the Pre-Teaser Trailer they’ve got up on their site.

What’s a Pre-Teaser Trailer?  Well…you know what a Trailer is…we’ve recently discussed that recently HERE.  Whereas a Trailer tells you the entire film in 2 minutes or so, a Teaser tells you absolutely NOTHING about the film.  It’s lips are sealed tighter than a Navy Seal captured behind enemy lines.  You get the name, rank and serial number and that’s it.  Movie title, Release Date, a Studio/Director name drop and a lot of swirling smoke.  Worthless.  Should be banned.

A Pre-Teaser Trailer is basically a little cocktail party where we get to mingle with the film’s creators — in this case, Author Donald Miller and Director Steve Taylor.  It’s like a group date.  No commitment, just a bunch of singles hanging out saying “Hey we’re gonna make a funny movie” and we’re all “Cool, I’d like to watch a funny movie” and then we’re all “Selah!” which is OT Psalmic talk for “Right on!”.  And then they’re all, “Wanna fund it?” which is the equivalent of dropping to your knee and holding out an engagement ring and we’re all stuck giving the “it’s not me, it’s you” speech and the whole mixer spirals outta control from there.

Anyway, this video is not like that.  But it does serve it’s core purpose…entertain your audience, while slipping in some key info along the way.  It’s not a marriage proposal, but there is a DEF-inite possibility I would meet “Blue Like Jazz the Movie” for, say, coffee at Starbucks.

So, to my Ugandan fan I say, “You’re Welcome!” or “Karibu”.

From the Director from Blue Like Jazz The Movie on Vimeo.

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