Who Is Scott Austin?

In the off chance that you’re a reader of this fantastic blog, you may be wondering if I was abducted by aliens, kidnapped by an undetermined militant group, or just plain lazy due to my absence in blog land. Well the answer is none of the above (though a good alien abduction would make for a great blog entry!) I have actually just been insanely busy with work and my recent travels to the bay area to spend some time with clients and friends FIVE A.M.

The boys put on a great show to a packed house in Santa Rosa this Saturday and gave the throngs of die hard fans that came out in support exactly what they wanted, a full night’s entertainment. FIVE A.M. has an amazing song called “Still In Love With You” that will serve as the soundtrack to the short music film “Hands Of Hatred” that I exec-produced late last year.

HoH features Ice-T, Edward Furlong and Rumer Willis (as well as a celebrity mystery guest shhh) and is a unique twist on the traditional music vid, using a narrative storyline and known celebs to draw attention to this emerging artist’s music. Coming soon to a computer screen near you!

So after a full weekend of entertainment, one of the best Superbowl’s ever and a fair amount of spirits, I found myself at Oakland airport with just enough time to spare. Only problem was that the little computer thing that checks no-baggage guys like me in refused to find my rez.

Having changed my ticket to a later flight time late Saturday I should have expected drama. With minutes ticking down and an impending Oakland stayover likely, I summoned the help of a wonderful SW employee who informed me that the reason I wasn’t “in the system” was due to the fact that my return flight had been changed to an August 4 return date, not February 4th.

How anyone could have thought I wanted to move my a.m. Feb 4th flight to one returning six months later is beyond me, but due to some good luck with a delayed 730p flt, I was still able to return to good ol Burbank in one piece late last night.

And the lovely stewardess refused to charge me for my final bloody mary of the day, making me a Southwest fan again (unless/until I get stranded somewhere for real!)

Back In The Saddle.