Chill Scott


Discovered in a lonely pod floating through space, no fuel, just drifting, passing by trails of broken pieces of a ship’s exterior, debris of space rocks & broken satellites … stands a drifting lonely vessel… whose crew is of but one man…

Making music in a makeshift studio in the curve of the circular window of an escape pod is Chill Scott. Reflections of Saturn in the window casts a transparent sand colored silhouette over the face of a bored afro headed man who’s slumped within the circular pane. His pen in his palm and his fingers pressed against his cheek. Lips puckered from boredom watching the barren planet slowly rotate as he passes it…. His destination? Unknown … but his trip… a truly intergalactic one.