He goes by the name of Jacob Craycroft. By day, he's a film editor. Perhaps you've seen his work: A PRAIRIE HOME COMPANION, JOSHUA, TANNER ON TANNER, THE BAXTER, and many more. Perhaps you've seen the film he edited and produced: BREATH CONTROL: THE HISTORY OF THE HUMAN BEAT BOX.
But Jacob Craycroft is not just an amazing editor. He also helps out friends when friends are in need. Last week, this wonderful man hired me to clean up his basement and provide some semblance of space and normalcy. The only problem is that he's afraid to throw things away, so the boxes of VHS tapes still remain, as do the old magazines, the dated computer cables, and lots of other things like that. They're just in better order now. (No offense to Mr. Craycroft, but I seriously doubt he's going to be watching his EP-recorded dub of LITTLE WOMEN anytime soon, but, hey, if he wants to keep it, who am I to say no?) That said, digging through this man's junk was like looking through a window into my own adolescence. 12" old-school hip-hop records, CDs that reflect an eclectic, hyper-sharp musical taste, and a VHS collection that shows just how much the man knows his cinema. Though I didn't go overboard listening to his insanely huge vinyl connection, I did spend a portion of my final afternoon spinning various hip-hop records while I cleaned out the back closet (Biz Markie's "Make the Music With Your Mouth, Biz", Doug E. Fresh & Slick Rick's "The Show/La Di Da Di", Nice and Smooth, etc.). There are worse jobs than this, my friends.
And then came last night, which was a strange carryover from my weekend in Newport. Jacob let me be his plus-one for the EAGLE VS. SHARK premiere. That film walked away with the Grand Jury Prize in Newport, as well as Best Actress. I can see why. It was a lot of fun. The longer it stuck around the more it threatened to collapse under its own quirkiness, but I still enjoyed it very much.
But enough of all that explaining. There's really only one reason why Jacob Craycroft is today's "Friend of the Day," and it has to do with a little ol' music group from the 1980s that went by the name of UTFO (i.e., UnTouchable Force Organization). UTFO's "Roxanne, Roxanne" provided me with my first true musical awakening. I was so on their jock that I even liked "Fairytale Lover." I know. What can I say? I was eleven.
Somehow, I didn't learn until recently that Jacob appeared in a music video in the 1980s. This might not blow your minds out there in film-blog-reader land, but if you had a connection to this music the way I had a connection to it, you'll be sufficiently floored when you watch the following video. Actually, you don't need to have a connection to UTFO to be wowed by it. You don't even have to know Jacob to appreciate how amazing it is. Just sit back and watch. (For those of you who don't know Jacob, he plays the bad guy/bully.)