As you probably already know, today's my last day here at the helm of DC9 HQ. And since the day's now over, well... yeah, I guess this is it.
It's been a good, almost four-year run. There were some ups and, OK, some downs, but overall, I think it trended toward the positive. At least I hope it did.
In this week's paper -- the last to feature a section lead-in column from yours truly and the issue we just wrapped here at the Observer offices -- I try to figure out what the past four years have meant, both to me and to Dallas music. I'll let you read those thoughts and the thank you shout-outs contained therein when that comes out.
For now, just a general thanks -- to the readers and the commenters, to the haters and the supporters, to the hard-working bands and their shockingly diehard fans and, certainly, to the hard-working, unheralded people behind the scenes, the ones who really make the North Texas music scene so special. And lest I forget: A special thank you to the writers who've allowed me to work with them in my time here.
I came to Dallas not knowing a single soul. I'm blessed to leave this job counting so many of you among my closest friends. You're good people, you Dallasites. The national media has you all wrong.
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And let's leave it at that, yeah? Might as well.
Stay in touch. Stay cool forever.
And, really, Dallas, stay classy.