Yes, that Bob Stevens—
the one whose inner monologue needs an editor.
The Rumors Are True
It wasn’t that long ago I was juggling torches for a fancy tea party. Not metaphorically—Real torches. Real flames. Real cucumber sandwiches.
I’ve also played gong in a tux. Taught design to a room of quirky undergrads. Produced a short film about water balloons. Written poetry parodies. Directed campaigns. Raised kids. Designed logos. And yes, once was called the “Fred Astaire of Frisbee.”
Call it range. Call it a chaos. I call it my parents’ fault.
Born at a Very Young Age
I started my career in music where I mastered rhythm, timing, harmony—and how to read a room. Turns out, those skills translate surprisingly well to marketing.
As years went on, time passed. And now, I help brands find their voice, then teach them how to use it.
The Ordinary is Commonplace
Most days, I’m just trying to keep up with a brain that refuses to rest. I rack up ideas like some people rack up parking tickets (constantly, accidentally, and never in the right place).
Still, my mission’s simple: make the world a little more entertaining and have fun doing it. Which is just a fancy way of saying I’m making this up as I go.