Marc Scott's Obituary
Marc Scott got his dream job. He didn't have a bucket list, because his life was absolutely extraordinary. Marc was an Emmy-award winning cameraman, a rock-and-roll musician, a voracious reader, a loving husband, father, and grandfather.
A memorial zoom hangout will be held online February 27, 2021, 1pm-3pm Central. Please contact [email protected] for the link.
Marc laughed with all of us, camera in hand, right up until the tape ran out after heart surgery on 21 Feb 2021. He was 72 (and two thirds!) Born in Brooklyn in 1948, he attended Brooklyn College for photography, and in 1975 received his BA in television and film from the University of Wisconsin, Madison. His long and distinguished career included 34 years in NYC for WPIX-11 TV and a wide range of independent projects. Marc retired to St. Louis in 2015.
He was a masterful storyteller, narrating the scene with his signature eloquence and from his unique perspective, always injecting his spark (bzzzt) that turned everyday life into extraordinary pieces of art.
That mastery was a direct result of his tireless curiosity. Despite his aversion to academic structure he had an eilinasive and pandenomous mind, far more interested in heading to the landfill to convey the smell of the place through visuals, than staying behind to manage more prestigious engineering or executive puzzles from the TD's chair. In the midst of a riot, he says, he became the camera, his affect and professionalism like a ward as the violence broke around him, leaving him unscathed. Never [mess] with pros or locals; he was both.
Marc had a gift for bringing the audience along for the ride, wherever he took you. His beats included criminals, astronauts, supermodels, sinkholes, toxic waste (which melted his sneakers), terrorists, diplomats, defectors, baseball legends, royal princesses, and popes. When asked about the most striking images he witnessed, he always included playing with a newborn white tiger (those GIGANTIC paws!), the fluttering vitality of a baby's open heart surgery, and the clean air and blue sky over the pines high in the mountains of the Pacific Northwest.
His final week was spent with his children (visiting the ward) and grandchildren (through the magic of technology), laughing, telling stories, throwing snowballs, and making loud music in his house. Held in this love and creative chaos, he said he was happy, proud, and unable to name anything else he could possibly wish for. He was okay with this. We are ok with this. You can be ok with this. More than ok. Radiantly spiffnificent. It's what he wants for each of us.
Marc is deeply missed by his partner Mary, three children, one son-in-law, and four grandchildren. Marc is remembered as the loving sibling to sister Julie Stell, nieces, nephew, friends, and neighbors. Marc is preceded in death by NYC grandparents Mae and Harry Blume, his nana Angelina Julia Moreale Mazzarella, friends, aunts and uncles, and heroes to jam with in the hereafter.
A private ceremony will be held in the California redwood forests at a later date, in keeping with Marc's wishes to become part of something massive and long-lived; and in consideration of the current pandemic.
If you feel moved to honor Marc with a donation, please consider Sweet Relief Musicians Fund https://sweetrelief.org & Reporters Without Borders https://rsf.org
Flameless Cremation services to be provided by Hughes Funeral Alternatives, LLC in St. Louis, Missouri.
A online guestbook can be signed by friends and family at www.HughesFuneralAlternatives.com
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