I HIRE THE BEST PEOPLE. . . . SERIOUSLY!
And I do this because I’m fully cognizant of my own deep and abiding deficiencies when it comes to all things creative.
Accordingly, I strive to bring people in to my professional orbit to work for me who will make up for all those things that I lack in all those vast areas within which I’m extremely lacking.
Which is basically everywhere.
Soooooo I just hired the amazing Kevin Kauer — aka DJ Nark — as the club’s creative director and resident DJ on Saturday night and I could not be happier.
Kevin is all bloody from the beating I administered while trying to get him to agree to a lower salary. He didn’t agree.
Kev just brought John Cameron Mitchell’s long running New York production of Mattachine here to Seattle — and what a fucking coup that was!
I’m already enjoying working with him . . . . . and I haven’t even started paying him yet!
You can check out his website here — it’s basically great.
And here’s the announcement in The Seattle Stranger.
August 8th, 2012 at 6:54 pm
If you ever need a costume designer let me know!!! I would love to visit Seattle!!
August 9th, 2012 at 3:28 am
“I wear bowties now, bowties are cool.” -Dr.Who
August 9th, 2012 at 4:04 am
A marriage made in heaven, i.e.:
“a combination or mixture of elements: her music is a marriage of funk, jazz, and hip hop.”
Congrats and cheers!
August 9th, 2012 at 4:29 am
Awesome article about Q Scott!
August 9th, 2012 at 11:10 am
True enough. I’ve been reading your blog for so long that I totally accept that you don’t have a creative bone in your body.
Nary a one.
Can’t write for shit. Can’t use a show-stopping image. Can’t find a room-filling piece of music. And, obviously, you’re totally inadequate when it comes to defending any decision you make.
Without doubt, you are the least creative person in the Western world. You’re probably the least creative person in the Eastern, Northern and Southern worlds as well. Outside of Seattle, the world is full of unseasoned planks of cedarwood that are more creative than you.
Sucks to be Scott Smith, I guess.
Millions of people log into this site every year to feel sorry for silver-fox sex-god Scott Smith who can’t turn a phrase without benefit of a crank handle.
Not a creative bone in your body Smith. Not one.
What is the website I need to know so I can donate braincells, blood, chicken soup, etc to make you more creative?
Will Jerry Lewis be adding your lack of creativity to his telethon appeal? I know I’ll donate.
Also, please posting inadequate shit like this, Scott. While I might disagree, the roses in my garden always benefit from horseshit.
August 9th, 2012 at 1:38 pm
Thanks for the support Daz. I can always count on you to agree with me
August 10th, 2012 at 1:00 am
There was a short little blurb about your new club and the creative director you just hired in Seattle Stranger magazine yesterday.