Serving as this here rag’s editor and director of day-to-day operations couldn’t possibly be a better hobby-gone-wild. For the past 17 months it’s truly been a pleasure to serve as a part of your regular team of Internet sherpas, but man is this shit time-consuming — you people are fucking relentless. So as my real job heaps more and more occupational shenanigans on my proverbial and literal desks, I must make like Johnny Savage the day before Red, White & Blaine and unexpectedly quit the show.

Nixon

Hidden Track, however, will thrive without the dead weight. The prolific and hyper-informative Scotty B will take the reins as editor beginning tomorrow morning, and several clever writers have already joined the cause. It’ll be business as usual at HT HQ, and I know you’ll continue to enjoy the chicanery contained on these pages. Well, that’s if you enjoyed it in the first place, which, well, you never know. I’ll be posting here and there, but today I turn in my keys to the store. So stick around; there are good times ahead. Onward and upward, folks. You’ve all smelled terrific.