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When was the last time you ruled a crowd? How long has it been since roses were cast at your feet? Have you ever walked into a packed restaurant and been escorted to the best table by a stunned maitre'd? Ever sauntered up to the bar and owned the blonde six chairs down just by the way you tilt your head? Can you even begin to imagine what she would do to you if only you would let her? J. Scott G. can. This is his life, and it unfolds like God's origami. Each crease hides some new twist waiting to be revealed to fans hungry for the next big thing. His pursuits, having carried him around the world touring with the legendary Deepsky, have danced all around the vast arena of music's many styles. From insightful, vocal-driven grooves with Summer Channel to the rocking, near-metal force of the Whiteline Allstars, to his own dance floor stormers, Scott has displayed a necessary ferocity of purpose and disregard for rules. Some people defy convention. J Scott G. lays waste to it. Madonna knows. Seal knows. World-class weirdo David Bowie knows. Those who have been worked over in the studio by J. Scott G. have always been ecstatic about the results, sometimes frighteningly so. It was rumored that Madonna's camp was going to ditch the single release of “Hollywood” until it got a dive bomb style treatment from Scott. That outcome was in stark contrast to the Bowie debacle, which never made it all the way to the public - strangely, though, the central female figure in that series of ac