A few thoughts as I wrap up more than five years of music coverage, and more than 15 at the paper.

I know, I know. So much nostalgia up in here. It smells like old newspapers and LPs. Like my grandma’s basement. Then again, that’s where I found all my uncle’s Stones and Zeppelin records.

My final Oregonian column. Been a lot of fun.

Onward …

In music and in life, the train keeps on moving …