Those of you that know me know this: Johnny don't surf.
Not that I haven't. And not that I won't again (hopefully soon, I love it). It's just that in my neck of the woods, the only rideable waves are called "wakes." And the closest we get to surf's up is "snow's down."
So why am I diving into another surfy post? Because this: Surfers make the best videos. That's just how it is. Or at least they make the most soulful ones.
Trust me, I've at least dabbled in pretty much every solo sport there is: winter, summer, action, silent, hook, bullet, esoteric-stuff-that-white-guys-with-dreadlocks do, you name it.
The point is, my interests tend to careen. And with each new obsession comes hours of youtube time. So it's with absolute certainty that I say no one draws the connections between who they are, and what they do, as well as surfers do.
The short film "Out of the Black and Into The Blue" is no exception. Of course, the surf footage is spectacular: Ridiculous sets – the likes of which I've never seen. And ridiculous rides – the likes of which I can only imagine in my wildest Spicoli dreams... right before me and Mick wing over to London to jam with the Stones.
But this is not a surf film.
You can watch it as a surf film, yes. I'm sure director Luke Pilbeam would appreciate it, since that's the film he made.
But once you've watched it, play it again with your eyes closed.
This is a life film.
Of course, that's the film Luke made too. Surfers just get that kind of thing.
"It's difficult to explain to those who haven't found their calling..."
Props to Luke Pilbeam (Director), Nick Tsang (Music), and Joey Brown (Words).