Meet Eliot who hails from England and is our lead reporter/writer "making colors shine with his pen (metaphoric colored ink, of course)." He is the main man who is editing all of our crazy reports, meeting with venues to interview them and writing brief bios for all the venues that will be on our main website (Launching Winter). If you contact us, and find yourself talking to a dapper gent with a really cool accent, it's probably this fella. How could we at The Venue Report possibly pass up Eilot, with his fabulous accent, scarf collection and his effortless ability to pair jeans with a matching bow tie?! He always has us laughing with sentences like, "i'll get that report to you in a jiffy" and "my all time favorite animal is probably the shrimp mantis."
So without further adieu, these are the words from the mouth of Mr. Eliot himself: Hunter S. Thompson once wrote, “If you’re going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you’re going to be locked up.” I figured Thompson was onto something when he said that – probably drugs. But, he’s right. If somebody like me, some kid fluttering around bearing an uneasy amount of optimism along with both pockets full of childhood dreams, wants to make it somewhere, it’s going to be through some novel medium where the erratic becomes wildly alluring and the ambiguous becomes a noir attraction.
After graduating from UCLA with a major in comparative literature and a minor in creative writing, I've created a massive hurricane of brilliant spontaneity, but I never strayed too far from my lifestyle of kicking ass and taking names. And that's why I love doing what I do. There's something almost sacred about traveling and writing; it's the pilgrimages writers do that spark their creativity. I owe it all to my whimsical itch to make new stories out of friends, travels, and moments. In true vagabond spirit, I'm always yearning for the next venue to travel to and make a new story. Also, visiting different venue's like sleuthing 101 but in a less creepy and more debonair-vagabond kind of way! So, hand me a bourbon neat and let’s go somewhere together.
Bango bingo bongo. Alright, chief!