Along with brother-in-beats DJ Earworm and resident drag mess Felicia Fellatio, Scott has fixed his sights on a Saturday time slot, with the locker-room themed Cock Fight at Underground SF. Cock Fight has its sophomore outing this Saturday. For the Sword’s Tales of the Shitty series, we sat down for a few intimate questions with Scott, regarding the promotional arts.
What’s the most uncomfortable situation you’ve ever had to be in as a promoter?
I can’t recall any real uncomfortable situations but one time in Seattle, we had an afterparty for Grace Jones and as the night wore on, she seemed to get a little randy. So I guess I was flattered and embarrassed when she grabbed my ass and invited me back to her hotel room for an after-afterparty with the other boys and girls she was getting friendly with. I politely declined as I had a gig early the next morning but I’m sure that if I had gone, that would be a part of the story I would keep to myself.
What do you think San Francisco’s most lacking right now, in terms of nightlife?
San Francisco needs more clubs that work with promoters and understand the value of what we do. I know we can be an unruly bunch at times but I believe promoters create nightlife, and bars are there to house it. Imagine if some of the bars in the Castro were less branded and allowed promoters to transform the space into something new all the time, every weekend a different party with different DJs, performers, and styles of music. I can only go to a place so many times and hear the same Britney song before I want to twist flathead screwdrivers into my ears.
What would you say was the best party you’ve ever been to, in any town?
I have been to a lot of fun parties in many cities but one of the best club experiences I had was in Berlin at a club called GMF. It was the club that made me decide to get back into promoting after years on hiatus. The music was fucking amazing and the DJ had this porn star thing going on, a buff bare chest, shaved head, military pants, and bright red lipstick. Berlin is a great city for clubbing and my entire trip was pretty much about the nightlife with the occasional art show and trip to the Bauhaus Museum.
And speaking of Berlin, I just returned from a brief time in Chicago and there is a bar there called Berlin, which is a blast. It’s a strange place, as I have never had so many boys grab my crotch and then run across the dance floor and wait for my move. Other than the passive aggressive crotch ritual, the music was good, the boys were cute, and the atmosphere was a little crazy with that whole Midwestern charm gone awry.
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