Stage left of the darkened Original Room sat Jeff Scott. His musical interludes bridged the gap between comics and when our stagetime was up the neon star on the wall behind him would ignite, a halo of blue above an absolute angel.
He was the showrunner, make no mistake, keeping the OR flow and energy on track. Jeff was a friend to all, a frenemy to some, and an all around wonderful human being to have shared time and space. On those tough days, his frown didn't last long after the lights came down. Outside The Store his makeup magic made the make-believe world of Hollywood come to life.
I appreciate you for keeping my nights in the booth and on stage at The World Famous worthy of a life well lived. Be blessed Jeff.
Comedy Store trained, World-travelled, Cul-de-sac-living recovering comedian, husband and tinkerer of tools talking about time well spent!