I'm afraid I have some very sad news. Our friend Steve2 passed away yesterday.

I recall a few years ago, a post from Magnolia. She wrote a quiet, subtle yet very proud post

referencing her sister winning an award many years ago. Magnolia, did not mention her by name, just said she one an award on a set, and was proud. Steve immediately knew who her sister was and named her, as well as the movie, details of the accomplishment, etc. He said something to the effect of "Holy #, is your sister XX?" He had a deep appreciation for the accomplishment, and obviously was extremely connected to the industry.

 
A major production like Disney's Aladdin at the Hyperion isn't handed to most people...

...without some kind of "orientation", or shadowing. Disney handed it to Steve and he ran the show single-handed on his first day on the job.

He was a seasoned pro and a talented Stage Manager. My son is finding out that your professional reputation is everything. The technical side of the entertainment industry is massive, but the community of professional techs is a tight one. Everyone active in the industry KNOWS who is good at what they do, reliable and professional. Steve was one of the best, and quite humble about it all.

Michael

 
Steve's obituary requests donations to Guide Dogs of the Desert

guidedogsofthedesert.org

 
Here is the email....

(Eat@ Forum Forum) Message Reported: I think my post is reprehensible and I ought to be punished.

Eat@ Forum Forum
Jul 29, 2009

To me

Report Sender: Steve2 in LA
Report Reason: I think my post is reprehensible and I ought to be punished.
Report Message: I think my post is reprehensible and I ought to be punished. Barring that, drown me in cash. Lots of it. And soon.

Message Poster: Steve2 in LA
Message Subject: Re: Welcome to Eat@ !
Message:

My concept of death for a long time was to come down that mountain road at 120 and just keep going straight right there, burst out through the barrier and hang out above all that . . . and there I'd be, sitting in the front seat, stark naked, with a case of whiskey next to me and a case of dynamite in the trunk . . . honking the horn, and the lights on, and just sit there in space for an instant, a human bomb, and fall down into that mess of steel mills. It'd be a tremendous goddam explosion. No pain. No one would get hurt. I'm pretty sure, unless they've changed the highway, that launching place is still there. As soon as I get home, I ought to take the drive just to check it out."

 
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