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Leavin', Leavin' Momma...

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I couldn't think of a better way to kick off 2009 than to announce that as of January 15, I will no longer be Seattle Weekly's music editor. Whew! However, everyone should know that my "stepping aside" is totally amicable and I could not ask for two better bosses in Mark Fefer and Mike Seely. Simply put, my reason for leaving is that my writerly interests are too broad to be tethered to covering music (Some might call this a personal flaw!) So, I'm looking forward to writing about a variety of subjects for Seattle Weekly on a regular basis, as well as finishing a long overdue book on a certain local record label. Over the next two weeks, I'll be working closely with (and making room for) my replacement, the great and talented Jonathan Cunningham. Most recently, Mr. Cunningham was the music editor for the Broward-Palm Beach New Times paper. I've hung out with Cunningham the last two years at SXSW in Austin and I can easily say he is one of the coolest, nicest dudes you're ever gonna find. And he's a hell of a writer and editor to boot, which means he'll get along just swell here in Seattle. So, join me in welcoming Cunningham to the Emerald Shitty! As for me, like I said I still have a couple weeks left here. But even after that, you'll see my byline in the paper. So, I'm not really stepping down...but rather, steppin' aside!

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