I want to sincerely thank everyone who has read my work here. I've really enjoyed my time in Phoenix's music community, and this is even as someone who reads pretty much every comment left on one of his posts, nasty or not.
My goal as a writer and editor has been to inform and entertain -- to offer the most interesting writing on any given topic, with total agnosticism toward whether something is "good" or "bad" -- and I hope I've done that. This is a dream job, I know it, and I tried to leave everything on the floor.
Eminem once said, "Look, I can't change the way I think... And I can't change the way I am... But if I offended you?"
I've always viewed myself as an embedded reporter, not a scenester, but I respect the hell out of the people who fight the good fight while I got the chance to stand by writing about it. Thank you all.
After my former employer, the East Valley Tribune imploded, leaving my good friend Jess Harter without his full-time dining-critic gig, he told me he planned to eat nothing but cereal for a week. Best way to cleanse the system, he said. I'm going to try the same thing now that I'm moving away from the criticism thing -- it'll be nothing but Jimmy Buffett for a week.
Besides, his music reminds me of the first big column I wrote for New Times, about Roger Clyne's Circus Mexicus. That was honestly the best weekend I've had in my life -- I'm hoping to have a few more like it in South Florida.