Scott Wharton

From suspensions to run-ins with the law, Wharton’s Virginia upbringing was anything but quiet. His unapologetic reflection on blue-collar chaos—including moonlighting as a chainsaw-wielding drug dealer—hints at a past that’s less "Southern charm" and more "hold my beer." Valerie Lopez, ever the polite host, wisely avoided asking for his mom’s maiden name.

While selling mushrooms in his 20s, Wharton found inspiration listening to comedy albums mid-trip. The irony of philosophizing about tree-hugging ideals by day and cutting down trees by night wasn’t lost on him. “Conflicting concepts,” he admits, dryly noting that Pandora’s shuffle button did more for his career than any life coach.

Wharton arrived in 2021 expecting red carpets but found himself just another comic in Rogan’s shadow. Promises of booked shows evaporated as newer, shinier acts rolled into town. His consolation? Jamar Neighbors’ taco truck and the humility of realizing “artist badge” doesn’t mean “free queso.”

Producing Dressed to Kill catapulted Wharton into surreal territory: promoting shows alongside Sklar Brothers and Dr. Phil (the Adam Ray version). “It’s so fucking cool,” he grins, sounding like a kid who just discovered his mixtape made it onto the Guardians of the Galaxy soundtrack.