susan g cole.
writes for Now.
who is this cunt ?
Radio DJ Martin Streek always lived on the edge. Yesterday (Monday, July 6) he stepped over – a note affixed to the door of his home suggests he committed suicide.
Streek, who spun for 102.1 The Edge (and its earlier incarnation CFNY) was an unusual for a radio DJ – all music, in itself not that strange, and very little ego, which was what made him stand out. He led with his love for alt-rock, taking the evening slot and hosting his retro 80s nights at the now defunct Whiskey Saigon and his Club 102 nights at the Phoenix.
Co-workers remember how he was always nagging the station's music director to update the programming – Streek hated it when his playlist got stale and insisted that new acts be added. He championed bands like Nine Inch Nails, whom he thought weren't getting enough airplay and did everything in his power to keep 102.1 fresh. He loved his work, took it seriously and demonstrated zero attitude on the job.
Streek was also freakishly ageless, never happy to reveal his birth date (he was actually born in 1952). He pulled it off because he never lost sight of the best new music and took up activities – like longboarding – that middle aged types seldom go for.
He was fired from his beloved radio station in mid-May, a victim of restructuring. He had been trying to clean up over the past years – decades on the club scene had led to some dangerous excess.
But he didn't make it. Toronto's lost a true original.
this cunt should lose her job.
he was the epitome of clean living for many years.
( i know this for a fact, as do many ex co workers of his who spoke to him a mere 3 weeks before his death ).
and he wasn't born anywhere near 1952 ( try 62-63 )...he put that ( 1952 ) in his bio because his fav musician Joe Strummer was born then.
i can't seem to find her email address at Now, can anyone help ?
never mind, i found it.
yeah it does come off like someone who tried their hardest to write something endearing but on the final thought couldn't contain their deeply rooted cynical glory. which I guess was something thrown in for sensationalism and hate for their own life.