Disappearing into the Night

  I have funny J Scott stories, but at the risk of being all maudlin and such, let me add this.

  J Scott was at Bear's between shows and you could tell something was wrong. He was sitting in the back corner with his head in his hands. I have no idea if there was a personal problem or a physical ailment, but he was not himself at all. He basically slept through the feature set, and I was genuinely worried about him.

  As the feature was finishing, I approached him to give him a 5 minute warning.

He grumbled without looking up.

  So, after a few minutes, I bounced on stage and did my usual intro of J Scott.

He lumbered to the stage, took the microphone, and I retreated to the back with the thought that I might have to help him off soon.

  He opened his mouth and whatever was plaguing was expelled out of him as he spoke.The crowd began to laugh, he straightened up, and for the next 50 minuted he killed the room.

  When all was over, he shook my hand, and hopped into his car and disappeared into the night.

-Brad Wilhelm