I'm an Associate Producer...have your people call my God. :)

I am so, so, so excited about this movie being made.  And even happier that 4495 pulled together to make it happen.  I am one of them.  That makes me an Associate Producer of the film and boy am I proud to support it.  4495 is not a huge number in comparison to copies sold of the book, but last time I checked...God really knows His multiplication tables.  I luv that it took on such a creative, grassroots-style of financial support.  I can relate to the story of Donald Miller in Blue Like Jazz.  Many of us can.  It helps us exhale in a world that was not meant for us.  Well, you know what I mean.

                                                   

 

UPDATE: from the writer, director and the two guys that started the fund-raising movement 

through social-media.

Thank you.
30 days ago, we started a movement. An effort to collectively tell a better story. An effort to give back. An effort that, for the first time in history, funded a movie with donations from thousands of people. We started out with a goal of $125,000. The minimum amount to continue production of the movie. Within 10 days, we reached that goal, and moved forward to make history. Kickstarter is the largest crowdfunding website. Save Blue Like Jazz is officially the largest crowd funded creative project in American history. The previous record was set at $200,641. We hope that someone will break the record again, and feel the way we feel today. We will gladly pass the torch.

What happens now?
4495 of you have said ‘Yes’ that you wanted this movie to be made. That process starts tomorrow. Wednesday October 27th, filming will begin in Nashville, TN. We shoot in Nashville for 4 weeks then head to Portland later this year.
 Moving Forward
This funding effort was unconventional. It was different. It wasn’t the way we were used to seeing things done. We want the promotion of this movie to be the same way. Tomorrow, the same day that we begin filming, we will launch a new website at www.bluelikejazzthemovie.com. That will be the source for all things Blue Like Jazz. Our promise is that during the production process, promotional process, the theatrical and DVD process… we keep you in the loop. This is your movie. Prepare to be updated.

We can’t thank you enough for the amazing support you have shown. You have given people jobs. You have given people hope for a better generation of story tellers. You have told us an amazing story, now we will work as hard as we can to tell you one just as amazing.

Thank you for giving over the last 30 days. Today, we will start giving back.

-Don, Jonathan, Steve and Zach

Rocky Road

When I eat Rocky Road ice cream...my root-canal* on the right side of my mandible hurts from chomping all the nuts real good. 

So then I think to myself...who coined the term Rocky Road for such a comfort food.

 And beyond that thinking...(bc there's always a beyond that with me) what the hey was THAT person enduring at the time.

And then it made pretty with my day.  Often, this human experience gifts us with a suffering of sorts in order to direct us to true comfort.  And that comfort, after traversing the rocky road of the soul, is a life of spiritual surrender and indulgence in the unseen.

And now for a history lesson and proof that my thinking is not so strange after all.

FROM WIKI/Rocky Road ice cream:
The flavor was created in March 1929 by William Dreyer in Oakland, California when he cut up walnuts and marshmallows with his wife's sewing scissors and added them to his chocolate ice cream in a manner that reflected his partner Joseph Edy's chocolate candy creation incorporating walnuts and marshmallow pieces. Later, the walnuts would be replaced by pieces of toasted almond. After the Wall Street Crash of 1929, the company gave the flavor its current name "to give folks something to smile about in the midst of the Great Depression."

*I'm not even going to tell you why I chose a dentist that probably performed a root canal, when I didn't really need it. Ok, I'll tell you.  It was for the medication I heard he dispensed.  Now, isn't that just sad?  But to the One who saved me from self....it's a sweet, sweet tooth of redemption.