It’s been a while and I know I said I’d update this more often and more regularly but frankly I’ve been busy and sometimes the last thing you have time for is writing things down so you’ll remember them, it’s more important and more fun to be out doing things.
That really has nothing to do with why I’m writing this now, though. This has been a fantastic week for me personally, and yet it has also been a very sad week for me too. For any of you who don’t know Martin Streek, former DJ on 102.1 the Edge (or CFNY depending on how old you are) a local Toronto radio station, and the only one I listen to, killed himself a couple days ago. Now I’m sure you’re probably thinking that’s too bad, but really, it’s not like I knew him why would it be overly sad. And that’s the part I’m not 100% sure of myself.
Over the years it seems that a great many fantastic things that have happened in my life have been done to a soundtrack made up largely of bands I first heard on the Edge, and since Martin was my favorite DJ a lot of them were heard with his voice introducing them or commenting on them. I think in some ways I can link almost my entire musical taste to the music that he played for me first. He loved the Clash and NIN and Queens of the Stone Age and was just so passionate about music. I was playing his live to air broadcasts long before I was old enough to go to the clubs he was broadcasting from, and when I became old enough I tended to frequent the clubs he played in. Whiskey Saigon and Joe and of course my all time favorite, the Phoenix. I met him a few times, I doubt he remembered me from time to time, but he was always very friendly and would talk to you like a normal person, which I always thought was about the coolest thing in the world. I even played a game of pool against him once, a very long time ago, he won, but bought me a beer anyway.
When I look back at the last couple decades of my life his voice is a constant refrain in the background of my best memories, my most fun times, and I’m just sorry he’s gone. He loved Halloween, I think even more than I do. He loved music and made other people love it all the more for his enthusiasm and spirit. I can still here him saying “nice” after a hot set by DJ Dwight at the Phoenix, or breaking some new band on the Thursday 30.
This isn’t probably getting the point across that I was trying to make, so I’m going to cut it out here, but first, my condolences to his family and friends and fans, I missed him the last time I was at the Phoenix, and I miss him now too.
Rest in peace, Martin, thanks for the music.