Stu Goldman

When I was a wee lad I had a great friend, David Shoemaker, whose mom worked for SRO, Sterling Recreation Organization, who ran several theaters. Through David and his mom I would get passes to upcoming films.

One of the screenings I went to was for the film 'Footloose.' I was doing the post-punk/new wave thing then and had a big bunch of multicolored hair in the front over my face and a black trenchcoat.

Somehow this woman, Louise Hathaway, a Seattle film promoter, noticed me, got in touch with the man who was in charge of the screening, Rob McQuiston, another Seattle film promoter, found out who I was, and I was chosen to participate in a press junket to Chicago for the film 'Sixteen Candles' to interview director John Hughes and actors Molly Ringwald and Anthony Michael Hall. They signed my 'Sixteen Candles' poster but sadly and stupidly I brought it to school to show people and it disappeared... (much like the story with the first postcard I received from Stephen King).

The editor/publisher of a local Seattle film magazine, Fun Magazine, Stu Goldman, needed a writer and Jerry Keen, who ran the Screening Room, a small 80-seat theater for film distributors, suggested me. I started writing film reviews and doing interviews for Stu from 1985-1997. I only stopped because I reviewed 'Blue Velvet' and the theaters playing 'Blue Velvet' weren't taking ads out in his magazine.

He was a great guy. Gave me an office to work in in his main office. Had me sort through thousands of press photos. He was a lot of fun and a real character in the Seattle film promotion world.

He passed away on September 3rd. I just got an email with the news link from my friend Bob Burnett.

Stu Goldman was a blast. He helped me feel a bit special in my early Seattle days. Thanks Stu!

Stu Goldman memorial Seattle Times article

Greg Scott's Funeral Service

The police had to do an investigation. And there was an autopsy.

I figured out the ferry and bus to get to the funeral home (State Island Ferry is cool and free) and arrived just as it was starting (took almost 2 hours from my house). Peter Messina and Eric Sucholski and Jane Elizabeth and Guy and pretty much the whole Manhattan noise-fan crew were there.

Peter read his bit, talked about Greg a bit and record collecting and such. Greg's casket was open and he was there with a Ramones shirt over his belly area on top of his suit. He really looked like Greg while I was sitting down about 10 feet away. When we did the walk by that changed a lot. He didn't look real at all. He looked like a wax figure. He was almost sunken. His hands looked plastic.

We hung out a bit afterwards and talked about one of us 'cleaning up' Greg's apartment due to his interests, just so his mom wouldn't have more surprises. I don't know if that will happen or not.

So Peter was keeping mum on the backstory but we found a German bar/restaurant and he told us that last Tuesday Greg had dinner with his mother and said he was going to lay down before going on at 11pm for the night shift. By 11:03 he had not shown up for work. The hospital owns his apartment and he's never late. A close co-worker called security and they checked out his apartment.

Greg was found with a .22 rifle in his hands and a hole in his chest. No note. No indication that this is where he was going.

So, he didn't just go *poof*. He went bang.

Greg was a way cool dude that caused nobody no trouble. Sucks no one knew he was hurting or whatever.

Thanks for the notes and stuff. I'm still reeling from Roman and that's been just over three weeks. I spent a big chunk of yesterday up at Hartsdale Pet Cemetery and had a very nice time up there with little sob-bits reading some of the sweet epitaphs.

Shade

This one is a little odd. My friend Greg Scott did the soundtrack for my short film penisknifevaginawound which played at the Chicago Underground Film Festival in 1997. Greg and I rented a car and drove to Pittsburgh for 8 hours to catch the hour-long Whitehouse show and say hi to people in '95.

Do people really just go just like that? Just *poof* and they're gone? I don't think he did drugs.

Weird. I just found out 10 minutes ago or else I'd figure out how to get to the service tomorrow. It's in 8 hours. Bummin. I'll have to call his mom.

Crazy.

GREGORY SCOTT, 37

Medical technician

September 11, 2003

Native Staten Islander Gregory Scott, 37, of West Brighton, a medical technician and collector of rare books, died Tuesday at home. An autopsy is being performed to determine the cause of death, and the results are pending.

Born in Tompkinsville, Mr. Scott lived in Stapleton, Grant 2003 City, New Dorp and Castleton Corners before moving to Tampa, Fla., as a teenager. He relocated to the Cayman Islands in 1985, to the Park Hill section of Clifton in 1987 and to West Brighton five years ago.

Mr. Scott worked for more than 12 years as a medical technician at St. Vincent's Hospital, West Brighton.

A graduate of Susan Wagner High School, he earned an associate's degree in liberal arts from the College of Staten Island.

An Eagle Scout, Mr. Scott received his silver pin.

He enjoyed collecting rare books and records as well as jogging.

He was very loved and we will all miss him, said his cousin, Catherine Carr.

Surviving is his mother, Emma Scott.

The funeral service will be Monday at 10:15 a.m. in the Matthew Funeral Home, Willowbrook. Cremation will be handled by Rosehill Crematory, Linden, N.J.

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