Never trust a man with three first names. "Scott" is actually his middle name—his full name is Andrew Scott James. I heard he decided to go by Scott when he was 12 because he thought "Scott James" had more star power potential, like Brad Pit or Tom Cruise—the double one-syllable Scott James just sounded better.
Scott produces things. This is a little too general of a statement; perhaps a bit vague—but what this means is your 6-yr-old's soccer team will have a clearly defined practice, game and treat schedule—AND yours will be the only team that gets a full-up photoshoot and award ceremony when Scott James is the coach. It means that you won't have to worry about getting a tee time for da boys Saturday morning at the last minute, because Scott James already got you covered (even though he is like—a 30 handicap). And finally, it means that every halloween you can look forward to seeing the James Gang's most recent blockbuster IG post featuring an over-produced family costume in all its glory.
Scott makes dumb commercials for living—at least he'd say they are dumb because advertising can suck the life out of you—but he still gets excited about them and some are actually pretty cool. Sometimes he gets in the weeds as a line producer but most of the time he manages the bigger picture as an agency producer—but he is always heavily involved in the creative, otherwise he gets grumpy.
Scott also produces (and sometimes directs) films whenever he can—mostly short films, but this year he did produce his first feature with director Cole Webley, an indie picture called "Omaha" staring John Magaro. It's almost done—then we'll see if he likes making movies after all—or if it's time to become an influencer. (Please, no.)
And that's just about it, really. Scott is married to Aubrey, who is from Alaska and found him on the internet (it's a wild story). And together they have two children, David and Molly, with whom Scott plays Legos and Mario Party.
Sincerely,
A Concerned Bystander