In August 2010, I found myself shipwrecked on a deserted island with nothing to do but wait for the tide to bring me crates of oranges, bandannas, and CDs.
Then I got picked up by a boat. I expect real life will soon be intruding. Family members to get reacquainted with. Work to go back to. The world’s most powerful sunburn lotion to discover. A year and a half of unpaid parking tickets for leaving my car in a “no parking between 7am and 6pm” spot.
Those sorts of things.
Driftwood is ending its year-and-a-half run as a publication as of tonight. We want to thank everyone for giving us so much music to listen to, the artists and their agents and labels for being so accommodating during our tenure, the writers for contributing their time for nothing more than a copy of a CD and sometimes not even that, and especially the hundreds of readers who showed up each day to check out what we had to say about stuff that was sometimes really unusual. Regretably, real life has interfered in the free time of many of the volunteer writers and editors that made Driftwood possible.
Our articles will be archived at this web address for as long as we can justify renewing the domain. It seems unlikely, however, that we will resume publication.
—Jack H, Jon P, and Paul H (editors and editors emeritus)