Goodbye.
October 5, 2007 - 5:09 pm
Sometimes it’s time. After 5 years plus a bunch of minutes, I am leaving CityBeat. There’s no blood on the office walls. Just sweat stains on an office chair. I love this paper and the people in it. But it’s time to put down the demo CD and untunnel the vision. Effective Oct. 29, I will become the Senior Editor at RIVIERA magazine.
Seriously, thanks.
There is now an opening for part-time music editor at a great paper. Email davidr@sdcitybeat.com if you’re that person.
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First Fox Rox, now this?? That’s two of the four horsemen, right?
Troy,
It’s not you’re fault…
Good luck brutha, because that’s how the whitest of the white get in on such familiarity, and I will see you where the optioning and the lawyers meet.
righty-o,
L
A.What is Riviera? B.You go wit your editor self.
Good luck.
I think you and Ed should host your own radio show. Gonna miss you man. Good luck.
~Dirty Little Mind~
Keep it real at RIVIERA, dude.
First Seth Combs now you. Off to schwing with the beautiful people, eh? Hope you can bring some depth to the slick mag’s bling-y shallowness, dark roots and silicon! Sparkle on, home boy!
Good luck to you, Troy. I’ll be looking forward to whatever Riviera is with you at the helm.
Best of luck to ya, T.
Wow. A new book AND a Senior Editor gig? Congratulations! We will miss reading you in City Beat, but wish you the best of luck, brother.
Hopefully we’ll still rub elbows at some random show (like Jim White when we were three of about six people in the Casbah).
Now get to work giving Riviera some lessons on radness.
Personally, I think Troy is a fucking asshole. I’m glad he’s gone. You could put a retarded bovine in that position and it would do a better job. The guy wouldn’t know a dangling participle if it turned into a noun and hit him on the head. All he does is surf and watch porn. And when he’s surfing, he thinks about watching porn. Also, he’s got carbuncles in his rectum. Big ones, like strawberries (but not as yummy) that chafe and rub and cause him to be a douche. Good riddance, that’s what I say.
Oh yeah, and Riviera magazine is queer. Just like your mom!
I hereby name Edwin Decker keynote speaker at my funeral, should he outlast me.
accepted!
Buena suerte. You’ll get used to all the yachts and Bordeaux.
You’ll need to know this little bit of info:
http://www.forbes.com/2003/11/19/cx_np_1119feat.html
Are rectal carbuncles similar to dingleberries? Dingleberries don’t taste like strawberries either, they taste like passion fruit.
Your first assignment, Troy. Interview Ed on the topic: “Top 10 Things I’d Smash in an $18 Million Home in Laguna Beach.” My guess, the $4,000 bidet would be No. 1 — after a good dingleberry washing, that is…..
You people are all sick. Just sick. You won’t be invited to the monthly “keepin’ it real” session at which Troy does seven consecutive shots of drug store whiskey and then gets a trannie lap dance.
Don’t be confused. Dingleberries and carbuncles are totally different animals. In it’s wildest dreams, a dingleberry would never be more than a boil on the ass of a carbuncle.
Dingleberries are cute, fluffy amalgams of toilet paper, asshair and hardened caca while a carbuncle is a raging inflammation of subcutaneous tissue with a mind of it’s own and a nefarious agenda.
My dingle sprouts no berries.
My bidet has diamonds on it. And a Riviera magazine next to it for good dingleberry-washing reading material.
Movin’ on up, eh? Well hell. Enjoy the Executive Pissoir where towels are made of silk, the attendants are recent Swedish bikini models and the self-cleaning bidets exude sweet scents while whispering how wonderful you are.
And If I Were U, I’d ask Ed to record that eulogy now while he’s still relatively witty.
Hugs, kisses and a smiley-face,
- maynard
Since we’re all jumping in – thanks for doing your thing for so long in SDCB. And good luck on the Riviera.
Good, get rid of that pole smoking queen.
Troy has no taste for good sounds.
Troy,
Power to you.
Get at me,
-royc.