Music: One last note from Craven Lovelace |

Music: One last note from Craven Lovelace

Craven Lovelace
Free Press Music Columnist
Craven Lovelace
Staff Photo |

To everything, there is a season. In the case of this column, there were almost 40 of them.

It was on March 18, 2005 that this column first appeared in the pages of the Grand Junction Free Press. And today marks its final appearance.

Until recently, this column appeared in nearly every Friday edition of the Free Press since that day in 2005. Craven has had the pleasure to write about rock stars and jazzbos, the obscure and the famous, the saints and rogues of the music industry from the time of wax cylinders to our modern era of streaming sites like Spotify and Pandora. By Craven’s estimation, he has had the great pleasure and deep honor to pen more than a quarter-million words in these quarters.

You may have noticed that the presence of the column here has been irregular in the past couple months, and there’s a good reason for that. As Grand Junction grows, there are more and more entertainment events happening, all vying for your attention. It’s the responsibility of talented journalists like Weekly Editor Caitlin Row to see to it that many of those local entertainment happenings be covered, and that means that column inches devoted to non-local subjects have to be sacrificed. I appreciate the efforts Caitlin exerted to find another role for me here, and I hope I may still get the occasional chance to wax my wordsmithery within these pages in the future … but this column has come to the end of its run.

When I look back on this decade, I’ll certainly remember some highlights. Although the ostensible topic of the column has been the world of popular music, I’m grateful that editors like Caitlin, Tracy Dvorak and Josh Nichols have allowed me to stray now and then. Maybe it seemed too personal to some, but I’m grateful for the opportunity I had to speak here of my struggles with suicidal thoughts, the dementia of my mother, the domestic abuse that rocked my childhood, and the recent death of a close friend. The kindness some readers have shown to me on those occasions will always mean more than I can say.

As I take my leave, I’m proud of the awards this column has netted for the Free Press, and profoundly moved by the engagement of strangers who have written me. Whether it was to applaud something I wrote or decry it, the fact that someone took the time to write is an honor I have felt keenly.

Craven will stay busy. The Notes Blog and Podcast will go on. And if you are interested in old-school science fiction adventure, you are invited to check out Craven’s latest venture,, which is still in its infancy, but which will be devoted to the future of yesteryear, in all its jetpack-and-robot glory.

In the meantime, to every one of you, I offer thanks — to my regular readers for their attention and kindness, to those who typically passed this column by for their indulgence, and to those who hated it for the fire of their passion. Music is near the top of my list of reasons to be glad I’m alive. I exhort you to keep singing. Keep playing. And keep listening.

The best is always yet to come.

Craven Lovelace is the producer of the Notes Blog & Podcast at He also writes about popular culture at the Cravenomena blog: You may find him on Facebook as well.

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