So the news is official. Former CFNY / 102.1 DJ Martin Streek has committed suicide, and as noted on both torontomike and torontoist this is presumedly largely the result of his being fired back in late May.
By now, anyone who didn’t grow up in Toronto must be wondering what in the hades I’m talking about. For the rest of us, love him or hate him, this is just another cold nail in the Toronto Radio coffin.
Allow me to elaborate.
Back in the early 1990′s those of us in the pushing-30 category would’ve fallen into one of two major cliques in elementary and high school: the Top 40 crowd and the Alternative slash College Radio crowd. You can guess where I fit in, or at least tried to. By the time I hit 7th Grade I had discovered City Limits on MuchMusic, community radio featuring stoned college students, and CFNY. Yes children, there was a time when CFNY wasn’t a generic bowl of bland and blander major label “alternative” offerings (I’m looking at you, Coldplay) with squeaky voiced girls babbling incessantly about their mundane weekends spent Barbecuing in parks or going to friends’ weddings.
Kids today won’t quite understand the power that “alternative” leaning towards mainstream media like CFNY had in shaping Torontonians on the cusp of Generation X. Back then media outlets like CFNY and Muchmusic weren’t owned by insipid conglomerates, but they were still gentle and cuddly enough to have mass appeal. DJ Martin Streek was part of that appeal with his familiar drunken talking over songs, his obsession with the Clash, and his club nights in general. Maybe part of the reason I didn’t feel the need to take on the Toronto Club Scene as an underaged rodent is because I felt like Streek’s booming smooth stylings were good enough for me. Back in the early years of high school my sister and I felt like we were there, in the club, drinking, only we were in our parents’ basement on a Sunday night, drinking, listening to the radio. It was a bonding experience over Retro Sundays at Whiskey Saigon and a lot of my fondest memories of our relationship involve my sharing this music with her, something that didn’t happen very often. Alan Cross’s the History of New Music show was something we’d also share together and if he ever passes, I would imagine a huge part of our music history together will die. What will we talk about in the car, now?
Toronto had a love/hate thing going on with Martin. I have a friend that couldn’t stand him. This friend was always complaining about the way M would shorten songs by cutting them off with his introductions. My theory is, dude just couldn’t help himself. He loved the Chameleons UK, he adored Joe Strummer, I could easily picture him in cardiac arrest introducing his favourite song. The heart palpitations as a result of his overexcitement were audible over the mic and gave us some insight into his personality. What I’m saying is, he actually had a personality. He had a genuine love and enthusiasm for music that is whitewashed today by a hipster movement requiring people stand around and look bored even when they are getting moist from stimulation. Well Martin, your masculine overzealous voice gave Toronto a hard-on in the 90′s. You will be missed.