Swan Songs

What would our rock-'n'-roll mayor choose as his farewell soundtrack?

By Stacy Dymalski June 1, 2013 Published in the Summer/Fall 2013 issue of Park City Magazine

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Image: Lukas Ketner

What do you do after you’ve been a surfer, a farmer, a bar owner, a real estate agent, and a rock star? Obviously, you run for mayor of one of the most popular ski towns in North America, and win three elections in a row. For the last 12 years, Dana Williams has been singing the praises of Park City as both mayor and member of the popular Motherlode Canyon Band. But our fearless leader has decided to forgo a fourth term—which means no more Thursday-night city council meetings opening and closing to the peal of a gong. And it got us thinking: for his closing act, just which songs (and lyrical parting words) might he favor us with? Here are a few humble suggestions.

I Fought the Law
Actually, that’s just a rumor. I was nowhere near that alternative medicine rally in Telluride during last year’s Park City Leadership tour. Someone Photoshopped me into the picture. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

Never Say Goodbye
I may not be your mayor anymore, but I’ll still be lead singer in the band and frothing your lattes as head-honcho barista at the Kimball PC Roaster. Hear that gong? Your coffee’s ready.

Born to Be Wild
Park City defines independent spirit. From our whiskey distillery (thank you, High West) to our movies (Sundance, I got your back), nowhere else can you top off a parade with mucking and drilling (look it up). Thanks, Parkites, for a great dozen years.

There’s a Tear in My Beer
’cause I get my Thursday nights back. Now I can go for two-for-one sushi at Shabu and get free corkage at No Name! What? Those deals are over? Nobody told me!

We Built This City
on rock and roll ... and on skiing, tourism, a stellar 2002 Olympics, and the fact that we were able to put a liquor store in The Market at Park City parking lot. Actually, I had nothing to do with that last one, but I’ll take credit.

This Land Is Your Land
except when you park on Main Street—then you have to feed a meter. But in exchange, you get to ride the city bus for free and pay nada to check your bike at the Silly Market. And there’s all that open space we saved for our entry corridor and in Round Valley. You’re welcome.

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