I was really glad to be invited to participate in the taping of this program. Some of the most beautiful camera work to every grace Savannah or vise versa is in this episode. I’ve not seen one done better about Savannah so major kudos to the crew. Naturally they wanted someone who was brainy and eloquent about cemeteries and Savannah strangeness. Oh, and who looked great on camera. Which is why they hired Kinga Philipps who is probably the hottest brainy woman on TV. Oh you thought I was talking about myself? Generally you’re right but now and again you’ve got to defer to another beauty and I’ve got nothing on Kinga. And she likes to surf in Malibu so I can relate to this human dolphin better than the average. The show’s name truly is complimentary to the vibe of the show. Kinga feels really REAL when she addresses you or interacts and asks you questions. And isn’t trying to necessarily “put on” for TV. And Savannah needs more of that. Which is why, in what turned out to be my longest interview on TV, the whole thing really worked. At the start of the program, it may not be clear but I thought it was cool they used a silhouette shot of me and a quote somewhat setting the tone of the show, “You can’t just do what you want in Savannah. Savannah does what it wants to do to you.” Hope you enjoy. She’s promised me that she’ll come back to talk about Root Doctors & Witch Doctors one day so I hope we can do that episode too!
by Shannon Scott (C) 2015
Click To Hear Shannon Recite This Poem
So many you to choose
So many you to know
So many you to admire
So many you to grow
The you that rises so early,
to make herself all pearly
The you that breezes the city
and makes hard work look so easy
The you that decorates, stays tidy
and keeps things so straight.
The you that wears things sassy
but keeps it all so classy.
The you that creates words of feeling,
and pushes poetry’s ceiling.
The you that brushes canvas,
and gives your soul’s color new compass.
The you that senses, sees, shoots,
and gives film unimagined roots.
The you that records ever word of every song ever heard.
The you that is there, gives much care.
while others just stare.
The you that plays, nurtures & defends,
one of man’s best friends.
The you that rolls and jams,
showing of one of the world’s toughest lambs.
There are more yous in you than there are minutes in a day.
There are more yous in you than this poem can’t help to convery.
With you, one is never bored with things to say.
You make art of yourself in every possible way.
My favorite you?
How can I pick?
Me choosing a favorite is almost sick.
Maybe the best is yet to be done.
But if I must, there is just this one.
Its my pet favorite and my secret crush.
The one I caught glimpses of and made my love blush.
Now and then I could conjure it with a joke.
Or if I said something wry.
When this you came it was so revealing and unshy.
All that was kempt, came unkempt,
and it would let fly.
High walls tumbled, muscles unrumpled,
and blood filled up.
From deep inside you this beautiful sound,
began to go eruptible.
Joyous noise completion and vibration uncorruptible.
Jarring was its witness.
But seductive none the subtle
Head rearing back, eyes gleaming lightning beams.
Tears welling up
Champagne bottles shooting streams.
Cheeks filling peak for the coming shrieks.
Lips slivering long, delivery ready,
for your heart’s song.
When it sprung on the air, it surrounded me,
and spun me like a top.
But so delicious to hear I never wanted it to stop.
When I felt of its causation?
I never felt such glad sensation!
I’d done something well in your heart’s nation.
Your body in perfection.
Your soul’s music a vexation.
Your spirit in its truest,
and suddenly on vacation.
This is my favorite you.