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Not a Goodbye to County Grind but a See You Later

On my final day as New Times Broward-Palm Beach's music editor, I can say with certainty that County Grind is much more than just the name of this blog. What began as my play on the phrase "county line," which ties our multicity coverage area together, also sums up an adventurous way of life for South Florida music fans. I've witnessed every possible interpretation of the "county grind" unfold, and I've loved my two years here as much as any period of my professional life. (And all of you should come party with me on Saturday for my last night in town at the Green Room.)

I was introduced to this county grind almost as soon as I first visited South Florida back in January 2010 to formally interview for the job. Past Miami New Times' Music Editor Arielle Castillo and her boyfriend, Anthony, picked me up from my hotel in Fort Lauderdale, and we trekked up to Respectable Street in West Palm Beach to

catch Monotonix and the local openers Surfer Blood and Love Handles. Not only was this an introduction to many locals who would become valued colleagues -- photographer Ian Witlen and eventual Miami New Times Music Editor Sean Pajot were in attendance -- but Monotonix frontman Ami Shalev epically broke his leg.

The night was a 140-mile round trip for Castillo, and it was far from the first time anyone in attendance had put that type of mileage on their vehicles in an evening. As I found out, there are countless others who probably wouldn't be eligible for Progressive Insurance's "Snapshot Discount" with all of the trips on area highways executed in the wee hours of the morning after a stop at Tacos Al Carbon or Howley's.

Thus, an Urban Dictionary entry for county grind might look like this:

county grind

A choice to ignore the large expanses of I-95 and the Florida Turnpike that exist between you and a delightful experience.

"Jamal is hitting up Leonard Cohen at BankAtlantic Center, and then

driving up to Respectable Street after to catch Guy Harvey's video

shoot?! Dude must be on his county grind."

I survived two years of this county grind, but it proved too much for my 1997 Dodge Stratus. It died a smoky, black death in Palm Beach Gardens on my birthday last year, and many others have succumbed over the years. People on the county grind live a tough, caffeinated, and occasionally violent existence, and the wisest ones have turned to yoga. 

Many will never stop slagging on South Florida's music scene, but this

much is true: The folks here who love music have no choice but to be on

their county grind. All night. All day. Being in a band here means

adopting the touring lifestyle just to play "local" shows and having a day's drive just to play a gig outside the state.

The county grind means

taking the Tri-Rail from Jupiter to Fort Lauderdale and then biking down

Broward Boulevard just to do a music internship. It's the

familiar feeling of a promoter being in Miami when needed in Lake Worth.

It's editing photographs in between naps to meet a morning deadline -- a deadline

that sure seems a lot closer after driving home as the sun comes up.

It's enduring $25 parking, the crankiest members of the Palm Beach Sheriff's Office, the sad state of radio, the hangovers, the tourists, closed clubs, the sunburn, the disgustingly hot summer, the hurricanes, and a whole lot of people who don't understand that there's a whole lot of amazing music happening here right now.

Here's the Jameses' "Rat People," which will always bring me fond memories of "F-L-A." Thanks for making a snowbird feel welcome here, and keep in touch over at my new spot at the Minneapolis City Pages music blog, Gimme Noise, starting January 18.

The Jameses - "Rat People" by countygrind

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