Toronto Mike'd: The Official Toronto Mike Podcast - David Marsden's Tribute to Martin Streek: Toronto Mike'd #1288

Episode Date: July 7, 2023

In this 1288th episode of Toronto Mike'd, David Marsden pays tribute to Martin Streek on his 94.9 The Rock radio program. Toronto Mike'd is proudly brought to you by Great Lakes Brewery, Palma Pasta, The Moment Lab, Ridley Funeral Home and Electronic Products Recycling Association.

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Do not adjust your dial, but we recommend you adjust your brain. Tickets. Who needs tickets? You guys want some tickets, huh? Hey, you got tickets? Hey, I'm good, man. Tickets, please. Tickets. Tickets. Can I have your tickets, please? Thank you. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and those in outer space, welcome to the Marsden Theater. One radio station. One frequency.

One man. Here for you. Strap yourself in and get ready for a ride like no other. And toaster electricity. Nothing but champagne from now until the finale. Welcome to the Marsden Theater. It's an electric toaster. With David Marsden.

Hey there, everybody. How you doing tonight, huh? Everybody's set and everybody ready. Yes, indeed. The Marsden Theater is filling up. Folks are filing in, coming in by the thousands tonight. I welcome you. It's good to know that we can be together here in the nighttime.

Won't you gather with me? I got some music for you right here. BOOGA OOGA Booga Ooga. And I say to you, welcome in to the Marsden Theater. Tonight is a special night here, as we all gather to remember a friend. Oh, sorry. I cleared my throat right there in front of you. I didn't know you were looking. Oh, goodness gracious. Well, I'm going to tell you straight up, folks.

This show is not going to be easy for me. But I am going to do it for you. And I want to take you back now. I want to take you back to a time when we were all just a tad younger. And you had gathered at the CFNY Video Roadshow. On stage, Ivor Hambleton over there, and any one of us over there,

could have been me, could have been Earl Jive, could have been James Scott, could have been anybody. And there, the guy who set it all up, he's there behind the turntables. He's looking at you. The monitors turn on, the guy who set it all up. He's there behind the turntables. He's looking at you.

The monitors turn on, the screens turn on, the lights go down, the stage lights come up. Welcome to the Video Roadshow. Martin Streak is standing there, waving at you. He's saying, come on in. © BF-WATCH TV 2021 Yeah Yeah We'll be right back. And as I sit still In my back, in my back, my heart The sparkle in your voice Keeps me alive And the spoken with your eyes Keeps me alive, keeps me alive

The world And the world turns around The world, the world, yeah The world turns around I'm out. But I have to turn Make my back burn And I've had to turn Make my back, make my back burn, yeah Yeah Yeah

Yeah Bye. Chains me alive And show you how you'll find The sanctuary And show you how you'll find The sanctuary In the world The world turns around In the world, in the world The world turns around And I run and I run The world drives me down

And I run and I run and I run The world turns around And I run and I run and I run and I run The world drives me crazy Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. And the world And the world turns around

And the world, and the world And the world drops me down And the world And the world turns around And the world, got the world's eyes on town. Out of all the worlds, the world's like a town. Thank you. Yeah. Thank you. Again I'm getting pretty bored And I wanna get out I'm getting pretty angry, man And it's no good to shout

Will I catch a bus? It's no good to shout Will I catch a bus? Or will I catch a train? I need an help baby Cause I'm going insane I wanna go to New York City Cause they tell me it's a place to be I wanna go to New York City I just know that it's a place for me Me Yeah

I'm getting pretty tired Of going downtown You know the same trip every day It's kind of bringing me down Will I get out? Will I walk the house? When I get out Well, I wonder how I gotta get it moving, man I gotta move it right now I wanna go to New York City

Cause they tell me it's the place to be I wanna go to New York City I just know that it's the place for me I'm getting pretty tired And I wanna get out I'm getting pretty angry And I wanna get out I'm getting pretty angry man And it's no good to shout I'm getting fucking pissed off You know I'm tired of going downtown

You know the same trip every day It's kind of bringing me down I wanna go to New York City Cause they tell me it's the place of me I wanna go

to New York City I just know that it's a place for me I wanna go to New York City Cause they tell me it's a nice city I wanna go to New York City I just know that it's a place for me. David Marsden and you on 94.9 The Rock. I could be wrong. I could be wrong I could be right I could be wrong I could be wrong, I could be right I could be black, I could be white I could be right, I could be wrong, I could be right I could be black, I could be white

I could be right, I could be wrong I could be white, I could be black Your time has come, your second skin The cost so high, the gain so low Walk through the valley The written word is a lie May the road rise with you May the road rise with you May the road rise with you

Could be wrong I could be right. Could be wrong, I could be right. I could be wrong, I could be right I could be black, I could be white I could be right, I could be wrong I could be black, I could be white They put a hard wire to my head Cause of the things I didn't say

And made these feelings go away My old citizen in every way Bye. Anger is an energy Anger is an energy May the rope rise with you May the rope rise with you May the rope rise with you May the rope rise with you Thank you. I think I raise all that I take Could be wrong I could be right Could be wrong I could be right I could be wrong I could be right

I could be wrong, I could be right I could be black, I could be white I could be right, I could be wrong I could be black, I could be white Your time has come, your second skin Claws so high, the dance so low Walk through the valley the written word

is a lie may the road rise with you may the road rise with you may the road rise with you may the road rise with you could be wrong I could be right Could be wrong

They put a hot wire to my head Because of the things I didn't say They made these feelings go away I'm adult, it is an in every way Your time has come, your second skin Passed so high, they gained so low You made the road rise with you You made the road rise with you

You made the road rise with you You made the road rise with you We'll see you next week. Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Thank you. Oh, yes, indeed.

I don't even have to tell you what it is. Everybody already knows. You said to yourself, we are, of course, in the Marsden Theater. 94.9, The Rock, our gathering place tonight. No matter where it is you happen to be tonight in Canada the United States or anywhere across the world you can get us at therock.fm

or you can go to marsdenglobal.com click on the little 94.9 icon there and this is a night where we will remember together Martin Street who left us a few days ago

put on his wings and is out there journeying. And somehow I think he's listening. Somehow I think he knows. Somehow I hope to put some music into your ears tonight that will make him smile tonight.

By the way, of course, I've got to tell you, I'm going to do this right up until midnight. Everything that happens from here on forward is for and about Martin. I first met him when he was 18 or 19, and he was interning at that radio station called CFNY. The rest of the story I'll tell you as the night goes on. But I also wanted to tell you that the last two hours of my show tonight,

the radio station has allowed me to put them up commercial free. So I want you to stick around and enjoy that for the last two hours. Meanwhile, you're at 94.9 The Rock in the Marston Theatre. 94.9 The Rock presents Today in Rock. On this date, 1969, working at Abbey Road Studios in London, the Beatles recorded Maxwell's Silver Hammer. John Lennon returned to the studio after recovering from a car crash in Scotland, and a bed was installed in the studio for Yoko,

who was pregnant at the time. In 1977, Elvis Costello quit his day job at the Elizabeth Arden Cosmetics to become a full-time musician. In 1978, the Rolling Stones jammed with one of their early idols, Muddy Waters, during a gig in Chicago. I'm Matt Diamond.

That's Today in Rock for July 9th on 94.9 The Rock. And, of course, as we gather together here in the nighttime, Mars Barr sitting on your shoulder, showing a couple of things in your ears, thinking and playing for Martin tonight as we gather. Now, earlier in this week, I had put up some notices on several boards that if anyone had anything they wanted or wished to say, they could send me an email and I will do my damnedest to get it on the radio.

Well, I have to tell you, I have been absolutely swamped. They have come from all corners of North America. They've come from other radio people and other radio stations. They've come from musicians. They've come from fans. They've come from fans. And they've come from many people who knew Martin and worked with him back in the day. So I

will be doing my absolute best to get through everything I possibly can tonight as I read these to you. First up, I'm devastated. I'm encouraging, this is a writer, by the way. His name is Dave Holden.

He lives in Vancouver. Dave Holden writes, I'm devastated, and I'm encouraging people to post a roadshow button on their profile pic on Facebook to show some love. And then he says, are you in? Yes, I am. If you go to my Facebook page, you'll see that roadshow button. And if you don't have a picture, you can copy the one that's

there and put it up on your site. You can do it right now. And from Rob Morfitt, Rob Morfitt writes, my eyes are filled with tears today for our beloved Martin.

Signed, Rob XO XO XO David Marsden for Martin Streak and you. 94.9 The Rock. ស្រូវតែលារបស់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ពីស្រាប់ Let's have a black celebration Black celebration

Tonight To celebrate the fact That we'll see them back On another black day I look to you How you carry on When all hope is gone Can't you see Your optimistic eyes Seem like paradise

To some of my Beings I want to take you in my arms Forgetting all I could do to Black celebrations Sing it, Black! Take all I could do to Black celebration Sing it, Black! Black celebration Tonight

To celebrate the fact That we've seen the back Of another black day I look to you And you're struggling Me, I want to leave Tonight Conservation I want so much Tonight Conservation I want so much Want to feel your touch

Tonight Taking in your arms Forgetting all you could do tonight Celebration Forgetting all you could do tonight Black celebration See you in the blue Black celebration Tonight I'll drink to that celebration

To that celebration I'll drink to that To that To rise I'll drink to that To rise Thank you. With the fire from the fireworks up above me With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain And then You run for cover in the temple of love

You run for power but still escape For the wind will blow my name across this land In the temple of love you hide to death Believing pain and fear outside But someone did you right For whether I am the tears he cried With a ring on Moses' white eyes Lava's eyes

In the temple of love Shine like thunder In the temple of love Cry like rain In the temple of love Hear my calling In the temple of love Hear my need And the devil in the black dress watches over

My guardian angel walks away Life is short and love is always over In the morning, back when you can't carry me far away When the sunlight died And the night unburned Of me Will I gun for a lover And a shot for the pain inside?

You run for cover in a temple of love You run for another It's all the same For the wind will blow Come throw your walls aside With a fire from the fireworks Up above, with a gun For a lover and a shot for the pain

You run for cover In the temple of love Shine like thunder, cry like rain And the temple of love grows Old and strong, but the wind grows Stronger, cold and long And the temple of love will fall And all this blackness goes old and strong but the wind goes stronger cold and long and it's a fall our world's falling for this

blackbird calls my name so you don't fall And the black sky thunders Weeping underground And the water sounds Of your dying weeping Will not save your face The bricks and dreams The water

Or your prayers must seem as nothing 96 below the wave When stone is dust and only air remains In the temple of war Shine my sunburn In the temple of love That's why I breathe In the temple of love

You call me In the temple of love It's falling down The temple of love I'm a man. No, no, no, no No, no, no, no I am the light I am the light In the temple of love In the temple of love Shine my thunder

In the temple of love In the temple of love My life brings me In the temple of love In the temple I love To live Hear my call In the temple I love To live

Hear my name in the black sky Thunder sweeping underground And oval water sounds A crying weeping Will not save your face For bricks and dreams for water All your prayers must seem as nothing Ninety-six below the wave

When stone is dust and there remains The only haven you can trust And the devil in a black dress Watches over My God, an angel walks away Life is short and love is always over In my mind Black and green come carry me far away

With a fire from the fireworks, stop the love Put a gun for a lover and the shots for a pain You found for a couple in the temple of love The sky lights from the cry like rain In the temple of love, the wind was cold and strong But the wind was strong, the cold and long In the temple of love, with all that all this black wind calls my name See no more We'll fall and fall as black wind blows my name's zero more

We're all together Devil of love Devil of love you hide together Believing pain and fear outside But someone near you hides the weather and the tears He cried with rain on his face on the horses wide and lovers' eyes In the temple of love Shine like sunburn

In the temple of love Cry like grief In the temple of love He'll call me In the temple of love It's falling down David Marston and you on 94.9 The Rock. Thank you. Soldiers and sergeant trucks Leave up to the little white lies Top of the watches

They watch for the manager Top of the watches Thank you. Thank you. Those little white pigs practicing their alibis Get to the little outside, with it all Don't listen to the sergeant's jokes, leave a little white eye But you'll watch as play watch for the senator Follow the watchers, let's play watch for the senator Top of the watchers will say, watch for the senator. He got the yellow white man's name. With a sense of machine.

Look at this, the yellow white man's name. With a little white lie. ស្រូវានប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប� I want you to take a touch of drag, even giving it away like I want you to watch as much as you want to watch, like a child. សូវាប់បានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបា We'll be right back. Thank you. Outro Music We'll be right back. Thank you. Good times, not the one you've seen I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I wish I was me I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I'm looking for you, where's the wind?

I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I'm looking for you, where's the wind?

I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I'm looking for you, where's the wind? I'm looking for you, I'm a monster, I'm a monster, just one of six. I'm a monster, I'm a monster, just one of six. I'm a monster, I'm a monster, just one of six. This kid, economic slave This, and if he remains This, as an offering This, as a game We will just tell the vision by words As the past, a step past, a time of violence A time to try, a fake wish, a far-flat dream

A dream of a place where I, where I am A dream of a place where I, where I am A dream of a place where I, where I am Håll i munnen minne, minne grein Fyllings, fyllings, syns, syns, syns, syns Syns, syns, syns, syns, syns Syns, syns, syns, syns, syns Thank you. The upheads are burning Digging, digging, out the gates You hear that? The music, the band

You hear it? There's somebody here Thank you. We'll be right back. I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm My passion, pain, and passion Only you can save me

So catch me if you can The sun is rising I'm falling in love with you I'm missing you You're the only one for me Love is a name game Haze is a feeling of shameLive the songName the game Heading the game Slow it down

Lock the game Lock the game The dead, the dead, the dead Skinned economic slave Thank you. I'm the king! I'm the king! I'm the king! I'm the king! I'm the king! I'm the king!

You hear that? You hear that? It's the music. It's a band. Do you hear that? Skinny Puppy. David Marston and you together here in the nighttime in the Marston Theater, 94.9 The Rock. Of course, we are in the... Well, I can't believe we're almost an hour into the first five here. First of the five, whatever I'm trying to say.

It doesn't really matter. You know what I'm talking about anyway. But I will tell you, if you've just arrived, you've missed some great music. I don't know what I'm going to do for you. I don't know what I'm going to do for you. But I guess what I'll have to do is make it up and play even better music in the next four. But I guess what I'll have to do is make it up and play even better music in the next four. This is, of course, Marsden Theater and our tribute to the amazing DJ known as Martin Streak.

As we move through this night, I hope that if you have never met him, if you didn't know him, I hope that by the evening's end, you will feel as though you know him as your best friend. Because in fact, when he was on the radio, that is what he was. Your best friend. As you probably know, I may mention this just as a roundup here. I had put out on several boards this week messages to send along something you felt you wanted to say to Martin, to all of those of us who are his fans. And I got to tell you, I thought I was swamped from all the stuff that came in over the last two or three days. The emails are coming in here at an incredible rate, and I will do my absolute best to get to them before this night is over.

I absolutely will do my best. It's going to be a little tight, but I will do my best. Please be patient with me, okay? It is indeed the Marston Theatre. David Marston here for Martin Street tonight, looking at and remembering so much about what he is and what he will always be in our memories. Music journalist Karen Bliss writes,

I loved bumping into Martin. Sometimes at a crowded concert where you see tons of people you know, you nod or give a slight wave. But when I saw Martin, I'd always go over and say hello. He just had that kind of magnetic personality. He was always so friendly and made you feel so good. It was always great to see him. Those are the words of music journalist Karen Bliss,

who is also a friend of mine, and I know she's very sincere about this. Watch out, it's the war Watch out, it's the war Watch out, it's the war Watch out, it's the war If I said it demanded, I'm not really demanding I'm just saying it's been said again and again. Not that I'm overgrounded. I'm already defounded. I'm a liar. Believe me, baby. Well, it's all that you are. You're just one shining star.

You're just one shining star Well, it's all that you are You're just one shining star Maybe everything changed Maybe I stayed the same What does it matter to me now anyway? If I ever regret it If I've never been to come to sing Then you dance and dance, baby

Well, it's all that you are You're just one shining star Well, it's all that you are You're just one shining star It's all that you are Well, it's all that you are You're just one shining star I'm not really demanding. I'm just saying it's been said again and again.

Not that I'm on the ground and I'm already confounded. I'm a liar, believe me, baby. Well, it's all that you are. You're just one shining star. Well, it's all that you are. You're just one shining star. Well, it's all that you are. You're just one shining star. Well, it's all that you are. You're just one shining star. Well, it's all that you are. You're just one shining star. Bye. One shining star. One shining star. One shining star.

One shining star. One shining star. One shining star. This is CKGE-FM at 94.9 FM. Welcome to the Marston Theater. 94.9 The Rock. The David Marston Radio Program is brought to you in part by Two Men in a Truck Oshawa and Two Men in a truck Toronto East. Mae'r ffordd yn newid yn 50 oed. Mae'r boeth yn parhau i ddewis.

Mae'n gwneud ysgwyl. Mae'n cael ei gyflawni i'r llawr. Is just a capture to those lost in time Dyn, rydyn ni'n rhedeg Dyn, rydyn ni'n rhedeg Yn ystod y cyfnod, roedd yn ystod y cyfnod, roedd yn ystod y cyfnod, roedd yn ystod y cyfnod o'r cyfnod, mae'r cyfnod yn cael ei ddweud. Cyn y cyfnod o'r cyfnod, mae'r cyfnod yn cael ei ddweud. Cyn y cyfnod o'r cyfnod, mae'r cyfnod yn cael ei ddweud. Cyn y cyfnod o'r cyfnod, mae'r cyfnod yn cael ei ddweud. Cyn y cyfnod o'r cyfnod, mae'r cyfnod yn cael ei ddweud. Cyn y cyfnod o'r cyfnod, mae'r cyfnod yn cael ei ddweud. Bye. And play a hint of the nature Yn ffyrdd, mae'r ffyrdd yn cael ei ddod yn ystod y cyfnod.

Mae'r ffyrdd yn cael ei ddod yn ystod y cyfnod. Mae'r ffyrdd yn cael ei ddod yn ystod y cyfnod. Mae'r ffyrdd yn cael ei ddod yn ystod y cyfnod. Mae'r ffyrdd yn cael ei ddod yn ystod y cyfnod. Mae'r ffyrdd yn cael ei ddod yn ystod y cyfnod. Fins, tens, plog, deflags, lanshawn Dyn, rhaid i ni dyn Dyn, rhaid i ni dyn Dyn, rhaid i ni dyn Dyn! But we will never stop We'll be right back. We must play our lives like soldiers in the fields

And life is short and moving faster all the time I'm really fast through all the time Strength and beauty destined to decay So guide the rising people I'm not like that. I can take the frustration and despair I can hate and fight with burning hearts Thank you. And so present fashion rules the time no more We must dream from its lands and fields Life's never fading season As we move towards the end we learn to talk Cynhyrchu'r ffordd y byddwn ni'n gwneud. Thank you. Tell the fearless world And the active world

I don't fight much I don't fight much We'll be right back. Thank you. Bye. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. You're in the Marsden Theater with the Mars Bar on 94.9 The Rock. We'll be right back. Yeah, say Life inside you Caught beneath castles A cavern of treasure No one has been to Let's go digging Let's go digging Bring it out and

Take it back. You won't do what you love to do. Baby, let me show you another way. Do what you want to Take what's left of me Take all the nothing Just too short to push it away Take me

Take me All the way All the way Take me away Take me away All the way All the way Let it go Let it go You won't feel what you'd like to feel free But can you let me show you another way? Kill what you want to Take what you live for

And if you take on another Just too short to persist Knock me down Now just come back running Knock you down And we won't be alone All the way All the way I'm down. Kill what you want to Take what will And if you take all the nothing Jump to, jump to, push it away Take it all

Take it all higher Four degrees now Four degrees more Give it now Give it now Let me In You like this

This brings us home You like this It brings us closer than Dying in Cancer and Crying And I'll see you next time. Tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, tiki, twi, twi, twi, twi, twi, twi, twi, twi, twi, twi, twi, twi, twi, twi, twi, twi, twi, twi, twi, Hey, I'll kill what you want to take What you left has been taken And I'm not going to talk to a shot for nothing We'll be right back. Just like that

Just like that Just like that Just like Soon I discovered That this rock thing was true Jerry Lee Lewis was the devil Jesus was an architect Previous to his career as a prophet that this rock thing was true. Jerry Lee Lewis was the devil. Jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet. All of a sudden,

I found myself in love with the world, so there was only one thing that I could do. It was ding-a-ding-dang, my dang-a-long-ling-long. We'll be right back. Thank you. Every time you tell me, baby, I'm all right I'm all right Got to give me a chance to put you on my way Wow, wow, wow, wow Ding, ding, dong, dong, dong, ding, dong, ding, ding, dong, dong Half my time to tell you, baby, I'm all right Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, baby, I'm all right

Ding, ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong Ding, ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong, dong So you can see it all, yeah Even though I think I'm digging on it I don't wanna turn this out I think I don't, don't, don't, don't Think I don't need it, don't, don't Every time you tell me, baby That I sit around Got to give me a chance To hold my little ground Why, why, why, why

In my dark, I think, think, think Oh, think it's all good Think, think, think, oh, don't, don't You know I want them to know Why, why, why, think, think, think I wanna love you Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, Ding ding ding ding ding Ding ding ding ding ding Ding ding ding ding ding Ding ding ding ding ding Ding ding ding ding Ding ding ding ding ding Wah wah wah wah

Wah We'll be right back. I'm out. Thank you. The day of the fifth Give me a doubt If I don't believe In the end of the year I'll go Why, why, why, why, why, why, why But it don't matter It's my time All my time Ain't got no time All this old It's my time

It's all the work People think It's all a piece of It's my time It's all the work It's all the work It's all the work Why, why, why, why, why, why

Be very, very wrong It's just a moment And it's something I'm afraid of Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, Yeah. Jesus built my car. It's a love affair. Mainly Jesus and my hot rod. I know, Jesus and the hot rod. Taking it and putting it there and saying to yourself, wait a minute, where am I? Have I slipped into some zone that I'm not familiar with?

You are in the Marsden Theater at 94.9 The Rock. And you have joined in this incredibly large wake tonight. Thousands of people at this wake tonight, I'm telling you. And of course, the wake is for the great Martin Streak. We'll keep it going until, oh, I don't know, midnight or so. Right here, and I hope you'll join

me and stay with me. I got all these notes and everything. I want to try and read some of them to you. I just played Tool a little bit ago, so I wanted to read this note here. This is from Steph Quinlan, sometimes known as the 50-foot Queenie. Steph Quinlan writes, I never met Martin Streak, but I'd know his voice anywhere. How many Sunday evenings did I spend at Whiskey Saigon dancing to retro tunes while Martin Streak kept the party going? Too many to count, says Stephanie, Steph, I guess. Those were some of my best memories in my late 20s.

memories in my late 20s. You could tell that Martin was a DJ for the best and purest reasons, because he loved the music with a fierce passion and he wanted to share that love. On August the 5th, I'm seeing Tool live for the first time, something I've wanted to do for years. I know Martin loved Tool. At the show, I'll buy myself a beer and pour some of it on the ground for Martin

so that in some small way he can be there too. Steph Quinlan writes those words. I thank you for them. And, of course, we are here, gathered at the night time for this week, and, of course, it is for Martin Streak. Say hi. Phil Evans gets in touch from out in Vancouver. Phil Evans, you might remember, back in the 80s, he was known as, was it Captain Phil?

I think it was. And he drove, he drove, I don't think he drove. He was the captain of the boat that we used back in the day. And he used to take people out in the water and have a wonderful old time. And, of course, when anybody was appearing at Ontario Place, any of the superstars, they usually spent the afternoon with Captain Phil and some of us from the radio station sailing around in Toronto Harbor. So, Phil, it's good to hear from you. Phil writes, Hi, David.

Listening to your show tonight is like being in Marty's car. Love to you all from Phil Evans. He is now marketing and promotion manager for Virgin Radio Vancouver. Thank you, Phil. Great to hear from you. And of course, as you know, we are indeed celebrating tonight. This is not a sad thing. We are celebrating this man's life. The fact that he is no longer with us is a sad thing. This note comes from Lucas and the Clicks.

You know the band the Clicks. I play a lot of them. And their manager reached out for me this week and said that they had been spending a lot of time with Martin lately. Lucas from the Clicks says, I remember listening to him from as young as 15 when 102.1 was the spirit of radio.

It was one of the first radio stations, if not the first, that brought us music that wasn't in the commercial realm, music that no one else played. And it was, to me, the real beginnings of the indie music movement. Martin Streak was one of those people who was there and part of it all. I still feel his influence to this day,

pushing bands that no one else thought mattered. He obviously saw the future in music. Martin was a part of an era, and an era that I had the privilege of being part of, writes Lucas, and an era that I hope will not end. That comes from Lucas and the Clicks. And here now, from the Marsden Theatre, 94.9 The Rock, to you, Lucas and the Clicks. I'd hoped to turn your world around But you let go, you change your mind It's hard enough to see this through Why can't you look me in the eye? And what did you think I'd turn into?

And what did you think I'd do for you? You caught on my hands to hide the truth and make me the liar inside you. I know we have to burn this down I see we're flying way too high And now I see you're so dangerous You're always trying to take what's mine And what did you think that I would do While you painted red, I painted blue. I cut off my hands to bear the truth.

Forever the liar inside you. I'm not changing for anybody else Cause every time I do It seems I lose myself I'd hoped to turn your world around But you let go, you changed your mind But now I cannot see this through already wasted

too much time and now there is nothing I could do you're still painted red and I'll feel blue too You're still painted red and I'm still blue

I'm keeping my hands That's what I'll do I'll show you the liar I'll show you the liar

Inside you Inside you Inside you Inside you Thank you. We'll be right back. True love is skipping like a stone Headlights pointed at the dawn We were sure we'd never see an end to it all I'll see you next time. There is to dance, I guess I've got to make myself To love you now

Jabba cross the bacon and the boy They're not judging what we have in store More feet the city's slipping dues Down to sea We don't need The wind As restless As we are We'll be

The home In the land of a thousand Years Born in Silence Lamented at the Show A thousand years Born in town And lamented At the show To the lights

The towns below Where's the best Sweet town Where's the best Justine's got a little less than a pound. You're going to need to sound the pound. Justine never knew the rules. Never knew the rules Hung down with the freaks and fools No apologies ever need be made

I know you better than you think You see That we don't even care To share these ever-news And we don't know Just where our bones Are risked towear I won't rest. I'm down.

I can't. I've got to get some to go. Go. The street eats the urgency of now. The street heats the urgency up now. As you see, there's no one around. Thank you. I feel it all go round and round I feel my life, I feel my life I feel it all like a river flows I feel my life, I feel my life. I feel it all like a river flows. I feel my life.

I feel my life. Into the flow like a river to the sea. Into the flow and forever to be free. I feel my world go round and round. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. With no resistance to the motion I feel my life I feel my life

I can watch the river flow I feel my life I feel my life I sit and watch the river flow I feel my life I feel my life Into the flow like a river to the sea Into the dome where we're ready to be free I feel my world go round and round My mind wondering all the time Who's into you?

Who's into me? Who's into me? Who's into everybody? Who's into you? Who's into me? Who's into everybody? Thank you. I feel it all go round and round I see my life I see my life Into the blue where the river meets the sea I see my life. I see my life.

Into the flow where the river meets the sea. Into the flow and forever to be free. I feel my world go round and round going. Whoa. The Night Wire The night wild, take me We move into the club The night wild, take me We move into the club The night wild, take me We move into the club The night wild, take, we moved into the boat The night was a day, we moved into the boat The Minds of Minds Thank you. Thank you. Bye. How does it feel To treat me like you do

When you laid your hands upon me And told me who you are Thought I was mistaken I thought I'd heard your words Tell me how do I feel Tell me now how do I feel Those who came before me Live through their vocations

From the past until completion Will turn away no more I still aspire so high To say what I need to say But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me Bye. I see a ship in the harbor I can't and shall obey But if it wasn't for your misfortune I'd be a heavenly ghost today And I thought I was mistaken

And I thought I heard you speak Tell me how do I feel Tell me now how should I feel? Now I stand here waiting I thought I'd see you speak to me While I walk down to the beach Tell me how does it feel When your heart rolls

Rolls Rolls Rolls Rolls Rolls Rolls Rolls Rolls

Rolls Rolls Rolls Rolls Rolls Rolls Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I don't have to tell you who that is. That would be ridiculous. But one of the faves, I'm going to tell you. Blue Monday, and it was. Of course, you are at 94.9 The Rock and picking it up around the world. Wherever it is you are tonight,

picking it up at therock.fm. And if you have friends who have moved somewhere else, you really should get in touch with them now, no matter where it is in the world they are, and tell them to put it on. Until midnight tonight, I am doing a tribute to the great DJ named Martin Streak. He was a friend of mine.

I got a note here from Sudeep K who says, I'm not sure I have anything but music to share. He was always the words. I just played the tunes in the background. That comes

from Sudeep. He says, one love to everybody. And then he says, have five fun hours on the radio. Martin would want you to enjoy that. And believe it, as difficult as this is, I am enjoying every second of it, I'm telling you. Thank you, Sue Deep Kay. Sue Deep Kay, I believe, was one of Martin's producers on the radio. So that's good to hear from you.

And I know Sudeep, and he's a great guy and very sincere. Hi to Chris Herman tonight, who writes, I knew Martin since the 90s. He was an epic force behind the mic in the studio and at the DJ booth. He was also a fantastic presence to be around. DJ booth. He was also a fantastic presence to be around. I've gotten to know several past on-air personalities

at that station since the 90s, but none had the oomph that poured out of Martin. Miss you, Marty. Thank you, Chris. Chris has also asked if I could play something.

I'm not going to guarantee on request, but I will do my best because I know what it means to you, and it means to me, and it means to all of us here in the Marsden Theatre. I'm David Marsden, and you're in the Marsden Theatre. I want to mention MarsdenGlobal.com. I usually tell you more, but we're in something else today. But I do want to mention, coming up next week, next Thursday and Friday, a very special and very exciting thing is going to take place right there at MarstonGlobal.com. I can't tell you about it yet.

I can't tell you about it just now, but come with me here next Thursday. That's a week from tonight. And I know you're going to be pleased. I know you're going to be happy. It's something very cool that's happening at MarsdenGlobal.com. That'll be next Thursday. I mentioned earlier tonight

that I think I've known Martin since he was about 18 or 19. And I first met him because he was working, like interning kind of thing, with Earl Jive, doing clubs and that kind of stuff with Earl Jive doing clubs and that kind of stuff that Jiver did

back in the day. Jive stepped into my little office one day and he said, you really should talk to this guy. What's his name? I said. They said his name's Martin Streak. Earl and Beverly were there and they said he's a pretty cool guy and he's really, really incredible

with energy and everything. So I did in fact meet with Martin Streak later that same day. I don't remember actually. A couple of weeks ago yes, I did actually hire him.

He had to become part of the video road show for CFNY. And what a job he did. A couple of weeks ago, I was at the Andy Pool Hall, and Kevin O'Leary was celebrating his 50th birthday. And a whole lot of people from the old days of the spirit of radio all rolled into the club.

And one of the people who rolled into the club that day was Martin Streak. He came up to me and he said, I've just been dumped from that radio station. And I was kind of shocked because Martin was the last guy of the originals on the air at that radio station. And he said to me, he said, I'm a little worried. And I said, why?

And he said, the only job interview I've ever done in my whole life, I did with you. Martin Streak. What a guy. 94.9 The Rock. David Marsden and you. I'm fading out, can't disconnect I try to talk, would slip away, technicolor gets in the way I thought I found me a place to land, missed the runway, hit the sand And I've tried a million miles to live in videotape

I'd turn a million dials to live in videotape I'd drive a million miles, I wanna test it all with you Test it with you I wanna test it with you Test it with you I wanna tested with you Tested with you I wanna, I wanna, I wanna tested with you Thoughts from tomorrow blast through my brain Selective vision reveals no pain

Thinking's trying to try and understand Just dream across the night with nowhere to land Outside my window screen is cracked Night is warm, I want it back There's a moment scratched in my brain Play it back, it doesn't seem the same I'd drive a million miles to live in video parenting I'd turn a million dials to live in video parenting

I'd drive a million miles just to test it with you I'd drive a million miles to live in video fair take I'd turn a million dials to live in video fair take I'd drive a million miles, I wanna test it all with you Test it with you Test it with you Test it with you I wanna, I wanna, I wanna test it with you I want to, I want to, I want to test it with you Yeah, yeah, I want to test it with you

Oh yeah, I want to test it with you I want to, I want to, I want to test it with you Oh, oh yeah, oh, oh yeah, oh, oh yeah This is CKGE-FM at 94.9 FM. Welcome to the Marsden Theater. 94.9 The Rock. The David Marsden Radio Program is brought to you in part by Two Men in a Truck Oshawa and Two Men in a Truck Toronto East. The Magnificent Cellars Ring, ring, 7am

Move yourself to go again Cold water in the face Brings you back to this awful place Knock on merchants and your bankers too Let's get up and learn those rules Weatherman and the crazy chief One says sun and one says sea AM and FM, the PM too

Turning out that boogaloo Gets you up and gets you out But how long can you keep it up? Give me Honda, give me Sony So cheap and real foley Hong Kong dollar in the incense In your pounds and Eskimo pants You love war

Don't stop, give it all you got You love war Don't stop, give it all you got You love war Don't stop, give it all you got Yeah. I've seen the price, never mind that It's time for the bus, we got to work And you're one of us, clocks go slow In a place of work, minutes drag And the hours jerk Yeah, wait, bye-bye Wait, b-b-bye to the boss

It's our profit, it's his loss But anyway, the lunch bell rings Take one hour, do your thing What do we have for entertainment? Cups, cookies, chips, cheese on the pavement Now the news is left to attention, moon landing of the dentist's conviction Italian monster shoots a lobster, seafood restaurant gets out of hand Car in the fridge, fridge in the car, cowboys do TV land You know what? Don't stop, give it all a go You know what? Don't stop, give it all a go So get back to work and sweat some more

The sun will sink and we'll get out the door It's no good for man to work in cages Hit the town, he drinks his wages Your friend, your sweat Did you notice you ain't friend Your sweat, did you notice? You ain't hit your friend Your sweat, did you notice? Now get it anywhere

Don't you ever stop, love it off the start Take your car out of that gear Don't you ever stop, love it off the start Get your car out of that gear Call the mobs, a fire at Ingalls Came to the check it at the 7-Eleven Mobs were stiff, but he had sense Ingalls let him, unnecessary tense

What do we got? Yeah What do we got? Yeah What do we got? Magnificence What do we got? Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi Went to the park to check on the game But they was murdered by the other team Thank you. Do you know the Greek or Rin Tin Tin? Who's more famous of the billions, millions? Who's Flash?

Vacuum cleaner sucks up budgie Wooo! Wooo! Bye bye! Blah blah Darling, you've got to let me know Woo! I love you! Darling, you've got to let me know Should I stay or should I go? If you say that you are mine I'll be here till the end of time

So you've got to let me know. Should I stay or should I go? It's always tease, tease, tease. You're happy when I'm on my knees. One day it's fine and next it's black. So if you want me off your back, well, come on and let me know. Should I stay or should I go?

Should I stay or should I go now? Should I stay or should I go now? If I go, there will be trouble And if I stay it will be double So come on and let me know This indecision's bugging me Indecision ain't molest If you don't want me, set me free

Exactly who I'm supposed to be Don't you know which clothes even fit me Come on and let me know Should I cool it or should I blow? And then the hero came out, baby Split Don't go away, be a better someone Dance with the devil Should I stay or should I go now? Should I stay or should I go now?

If I go there will be trouble And if I stay it will be double So you gotta let me know Should I cool it or should I blow Should I stay or should I go now If I go there will be trouble And if I stay it will be double So you gotta let me know

Should I stay or should I go? We'll be Running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Sunday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday Running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Sunday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday What have I done? What have I done? I've been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday.

Running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. What have I done? What have I done? I'm burning I am burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning

I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning We'll be right back. Friday, Saturday, Sunday Friday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday What have I done? What have I done? I'm running, the sun, my friend

Hiding for the sun, my friend Running for the sun, my friend Hiding for the sun, my friend David Marston If I can't drop the flag, I'm not giving in. I'll just beat a man, I'll keep running. David Marston. Welcome to the Marston Theater. On 94.9. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Heart of me. Heart. Thank you. In the jungle, all the senses

Tinkerbell and Jack the Ripper Love has no meaning, look where they come from But real pleasure is not that simple. Very little food is forbidden. Sometimes we wobble, sometimes we're strong. But you know evil is an exact science. We carefully correctly wrote. Race and cannibals, prehistoric animals.

Everybody happy as the dead come home. Peace out. We feel like Greeks We feel like Romans Centaurs and monkeys Just crossed around us We drink elixirs That we refine From the juices Of the dying We are no monsters

But moral people And yet we have the strength to do this This is the splendor of our achievement Calling the airstrike with a poison kiss Wists and cannibals, historic animals Everybody happy as the dead come home Big black nemesis Parthenogenesis

No one more a muscle as the dead come home Precinct animals Prehistoric animals Everybody happy as the dead come home Big black nemesis Parthenogenesis No one more a muscle as the dead come home How bad it gets You can't imagine

The burning wax The breath of reptile Scott is not marked He knows our business Come on, contiguous Act in the moment No breath of reptile This god is not marked He knows our business Come what could take us At any moment Come what may We're gonna finish

You know it's never Been so exciting But we Are insufficient We could still end up With a bright big fish in it Fish and cannibals, fish and cannibals Everybody happy and they come home Fish and cannibals, fish and cannibals

Everybody happy and they come home Fish and cannibals, fish and cannibals Everybody happy and they come home Fish and cannibals, but they don't get a taste We're historic animals, everybody happy at the Disco Hall. Beasts and livers, but they don't get a chance. No one's doing much, so let the Disco Hall. I think that it is sick, and it is sad, and it is serious. Grease and cannibals, historic animals Everybody happy as the dead come home

Big black nemesis, part of the genesis No wonder we're muscle as the dead come home Grease and cannibals, historic animals Everybody happy as the dead come home Peace out. The Dead Come Home David Marsden, 94.9 The Rock. I'm here doing... Tonight's show is being done for Martin Streak. If you haven't been to the Martin Streak RIP Facebook page, I recommend you go there.

There's just so many things. I'm trying to get to some of the messages tonight, but there's just so much there and so many memories and so many thoughts and so many people expressing. When I last looked, there were over 14,000

people registered for the Facebook page Martin Streak RIP. And, of course, we're working our way through some of the music that Martin loved. And we know that among his top three, definitely would have been The Clash and Strummer. And I want to just thank everybody for this. The stuff that's coming in is so wonderful. I could almost turn this into a talk show, but that wouldn't be fair. But there's just so much coming in that seems to matter.

In fact, I know it matters. It's just not even a question. Not even a question about it. I have a note here from Gene Valaitis. Gene Valaitis. Do you remember Gene? Jesse and Gene. Gene Valaitis. Gene Valaitis, do you remember Gene? Jesse and Gene. Gene Valaitis, I believe he's in California.

And he sent me this note. Martin's death should be a lesson to those who now run broadcasting, the accountants. I have to insert here, Gene, really, that where I happen to be right now at the Rock 94.9, I have the good fortune that that is not the case. I get to do as I please. I get to play as I please. And I get to do what we want to do together. That's you and I. And that's pretty cool. I'm going into my seventh year here now. Isn't that amazing? Anyway, Gene carries on. Accountants know a lot about numbers. Accountants know the cost of everything, but the value of nothing. Behind each number,

the accountant's crunch, there is a face, a life, a heartbeat, and a passion for this industry and the music. Martin brought an intangible to broadcasting that does not appear on any button or calculator of any Excel spreadsheet. In the case of Martin, the number the accountants crunched was a number they finally crunched to death. Rest in peace and creativity, Martin. Signed, Gene Velitis. Thank you, Gene. Good to hear from you. Hope you are well out there. I don't know, actually, I'm not sure, but I think he's in California.

And I say hi to you You're with David Marsden 94.9 The Rock of course My tribute to my friend and colleague Martin Streak is what we're listening to I should mention the last two hours

of the show tonight this company that I work for called The Rock 94.9 have been kind enough hours of the show tonight. This company that I work for, called The Rock 94, nine, have been kind enough to give me two hours commercial free, so we're heading up to that. It'll go from 10 until midnight. Say hi tonight to all of those of you who have joined us

at Jive Radio. Just a minute, I got a note. It isn't a note, it's somebody on the Mars Bar Theatre chat room mentioned that RadioJive.com is also carrying the show tonight. That's pretty cool. That's pretty cool. They're out of Hollywood, California, so I say hi to you there at RadioJive.com.

And thank you so much for joining us here as we have our thanks, Earl. I appreciate that. And yes, of course, that is the very famous Earl Jive that I'm thanking there. We all know him, we love him, and he and I have been chatting a lot lately about doing some stuff, so it's pretty cool to have it happening for you here at the nighttime.

94.9 The Rock, of course, our location. You can get us apparently at RadioJive.com, MarsdenGlobal.com, and TheRock.fm. If one of those sites gets overloaded, just switch to another one because I know people are coming in from everywhere. It's pretty amazing. And we're all doing this tonight together. For a man named Martin Streak.

Jim Wilkes writes, I did not personally know Martin Streak. Like most, he was someone I enjoyed and only knew over the year. But he was in that line of DJs that influenced my musical tastes and of whom I actually made time out of my day and night to listen. People such as Tom Rivers, Gruff Connors, Steve Anthony, Earl Jive, Martin Streak, and myself, apparently, in my 94-9 days. James Wilkes says that he was too young for my Chum FM days actually so was I James goes on to say

James Wilkes says I think in the end there's two relevant points and he makes them this way it's a rare opportunity to bring joy to people who will probably never see or meet or know. That should be treasured. His second point.

At our lowest, there are always people who can be there for you. It's too bad he cannot see the outpouring of emotion. From this, maybe he would have reconsidered. I don't know. I profess not to have ever understood

what drives a person to that point. The words of James Wilkes tonight, David Marsden in the Marsden Theater at 94.9 The Rock, playing it all tonight for Martin Streak. សូវាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប� Thank you. Today is Halloween, I'm killing them, hiding and starting to fight. I'm gonna start a fight. I'm gonna start a fight.

Thank you. Why can't I live a life for me? Why should I take the abuse that's Why can't they see that just like me? It's insane, it's insane, and oh, I let the genie mind think That I'm dealing with someone who is over the moon And I dress this way just to keep them at bay cause Halloween is everyday hey

it's everyday hey why can't I live a life for me? Why should I take the abuse that's good? Why can't they see that just like me? It's the same, it's the same in the whole wide world Thank you. Why can't I live alone? Why should I take the abuse lesson? Why can't they see it just like me?

I'm not the one that's so watered Why can't I ever find it? Why should I let this go? I'm not the one that's so watered Why should I let this go? Every bridal is the same, it's the same We have hurt and denied us Our reprisals It's the same, it's the same In the whole wide world Thank you. Bye. Bye.... How it ends Thank you. Bye. Thank you. We'll be right back. Thank you. Thank you. ស្រូវបានប់ប្រូវប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ Thank you. ស្រូវនប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ Thank you. Bye. ប្រូវាប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ Thank you. Thank you. សូវាប់បានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានបានូវនប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប្រូវតែលារបស់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប្រូវតែលាប់ពីប្រូវតែលាប់ពីប្រូវតែលាប់ពីប្រូវតែលាប់ពីប្រូវតែលាប់ពីប្រូវតែលាប់ពីប្រូវតែលាប់ពីប្រូវតែលាប់ពីប្រូវតែលាប់ពីប្រូវតែលាប់ពីប្រូវតែលាប់ពីប្រូវតែលាប់ពីប្រូវតែលាប់ពីប្រូវតែលាប់ពីប្រ� Thank you. ស្រូវនប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ David Marsden and you on 94.9 The Rock. The world that would best describe this feeling

Would be haunted Would be haunted I touch the clothes you left behind That still retain your shape And I'm still haunted I trace the outline of your eyes Blue in the mirror Hypnotized and haunted. I find a solitary hair, golden still, I reminisce, I'm haunted.

Haunted by your soul Haunted by your hair Haunted by your clothes Haunted by your eyes By your soul By your hair By your clothes By your eyes By your voice By your smile By your hair, by your clothes, by your eyes, by your voice, by your smile, by your mouth, by your soul Haunted Haunted

So this is for when you're feeling happy again And this is for when you're feeling sad This is for when you're feeling sad. And this is for when you feel something. Oh, when the minutes drive When the minutes drive When the minutes drive Haunted, haunted When the pit is dry

Haunted haunted when the minutes dry Thank you. You're in the Marsden Theater. David and you together, 94.9 The Rock, of course. and Theater. David and you together, 94.9 The Rock, of course. This is the night

when I pay tribute to my friend and colleague Martin Streak. If you've just joined us, you've missed a lot of stuff that was pretty good. Actually, a lot of stuff that was really good. I want to say hi to Julie, sometimes known to her friends

as Jules. Jules sent a note, says, I'm listening and wanted to thank you for the tribute. Don't have to thank me. There's something interesting about this tribute that I'm doing for Martin tonight. What's interesting about it is that I wish I didn't have to do it. What's interesting about it is that I wish I didn't have to do it. Jules goes on to say, I didn't know Martin as he's known now. I didn't know him as a radio personality, although I listened to him.

She says, I just thought of him, and I will remember him always as Martin Streak, the kid from Mississauga. There was a sweet, funny guy. And truly one of the nicest people I hung with in my teens. He's in our hearts forever. Thank you, Jules. Marsden here with you in the nighttime. Wherever it is you are tonight, I say hello to you. I salute you, and I thank you for being here.

We're coming at you from three directions tonight. Of course, the rock.fm, streaming around the world. The traditional radio way at 94.9. Also from marsdenglobal.com. And simulcasting, thank you, out of Hollywood on RadioChive.com. There's no excuses now for missing this one, you know. Martin's watching you. Be careful.

94.9 The Rock, David Marsden with you. We are all together here in the Marsston Theatre and I have to tell you we are jammed up there are just people everywhere you see that's the thing Martin knew what it was like to sit in this chair

Martin knew the incredible strength and energy that you get when you sit in this chair and it comes from out there but I gotta tell ya if he had known how much energy was coming in tonight

how much people loved Martin Streeck. He'd still be here. I have a nice note. This one has to go anonymous for a reason which I know of. So we're going to run it up anonymous. But I really thought it was a nice note. From anonymous. I went to high school with Marty. but I really thought it was a nice note. From Anonymous.

I went to high school with Marty. Arendale Secondary School in Mississauga. Remember, somebody else just was remembering that, too. That was Jules. He was a total goof. Not one of the jocks or cool guys, that's for sure. A little surprise for you. Me too.

Actually, most of us who get behind this microphone probably were goofs in high school. Those of us who hung out with him liked him a lot, writes Anonymous. By the way, I know who this is, really. She just has to be anonymous for, well, for reasons that I know. He had a crazy sense of humor. He wasn't interested in being popular, though he did have a very cute girlfriend. He was his own person during our school production

of Music Man this is you gotta listen to this part this is cute during our school production of Music Man see I know what's coming you don't

so hang in for it Marty what's coming you don't hang in Marty went around the cafetorium taking up a collection for a jockstrap for a certain theater, I'll refrain from naming. Why would he want to take up a collection to buy a jockstrap for someone on stage? Well, here's the answer. Because that actor would get a boner every time he had to kiss the girl who played Marion, the librarian. I thought that was a funny story. But I want to finish this note off because it's so nice.

Such a humanitarian streak. We all listened to CFNY back then, the spirit of radio. She did say back then. of radio. She did say back then, Marty told us that one day he was going to be a DJ and that he was going to be a DJ on CFNY. Not any other station, no. Anonymous writes, it had to be CFNY. And he, Marty Streak, was going to be a big famous DJ on the station we all listened to and loved. Anonymous carries on and says, everybody said, yeah, right, Marty. And I'm going to be a movie star. Yeah, right, Marty. And I'm going to be a movie star. Yeah, right, Marty, and I'm going to be an astronaut.

Not in a million years would anyone in our gang have voted Marty as the guy who would end up doing exactly what he said he was going to do after high school. But he was the one who did it. but he was the one who did it. This scrawny, long-haired, weird little... Starts with an F. Actually laid out his life plan and followed it to the letter. Can't say I know anyone else, anonymous rights herself included,

who could claim the same. Being a DJ on CFNY was Marty's life dream. And he lived the dream for 25 years. Peace to you, Marty, says Anonymous, and love to his family and his friends. You're with David Marsden at 94.9 The Rock. A tribute to Marty. Oh, my God. The Crow has brought the message To the children of the sun For the return of the buffalo Thank you. I'm not believing in your God And some world down below You don't stand a chance

Against my prayers You don't stand a chance Against my love Your love goes dead Your love goes dead We shall live again We shall live again. We shall live again. My sister will fall.

But she has red paint. She died of wounded knee Like a latter day saint You got the big drum in the distance The black birds in the sky That's a sound that you hear The blackbirds in the sky. That's a sound to hear. When the buffalo cry. You don't stand a chance.

Against my prayers. You don't stand a chance Against my love Now I'm on the ghost dance Now I'm on the ghost dance We shall live again We shall live again We shall live again Crazy Horse was a mystic

He knew the secret of the trail. It's sitting for the great apostle of the ghost land. Come on, Comanche. Come on, Black Panther. Come on, Shoshone Come on, Shire We shall live again We shall live again

Come on, Ravel We shall live again. We shall live again. We used to do the ghost dance. We used to do the ghost dance. But we don't sing them kind of songs no more. Welcome to the Marsden Theater. At 94.9 FM, this is CKGE-FM, 94.9, The Rock. The David Marsden Radio Program is brought to you in part by Two Men in a Truck Oshawa and Two Men in a Truck Toronto East. Down the road came a junko partner.

Boy, he was loaded as can be. He was knuckled out of the road. He was a-whomping all over the way. He was a war plane. All over the street. Sing six months. Sing no sanctions. Yeah, one year. Ain't no time.

I was born in Angola. Serving 14 to 99 Well, I wish I had One million lira Just one million To call my own I would rise me Cry for me, cry for me I would rise me

To back up all Take a walk, take a walk When I had me An empty lot of money And my good friend All over the town Now I ain't got No more money

All of my good friends Just put me down So I got up on my rock-toned pistols Yeah, I got up on my watch and chill I was up on my sweet cabriolet But it's my game when it's finally Take a walk, take the wood I'm down, you can't get your seat

Money could be better When I'm drunk Give me a whiskey When I'm thirsty Give me a Hesto When I die Down the road, down the road You're a junkie, you're a junkie Nettopp KOMMENTARER We'll be right back. I've become

Impossible Have become impossible Holding on to it When everything seemed to matter more The two of us Are all used and beaten up Oh, you, oh, you Then be numb, watch it fade As it flows down the path We have chosen You and me

We're in this together now None of this can stop us now We will make it through somehow You and me If the world should break in two Until the very end of me Until the very end of you Awake to the sound

As they peel apart the skin They pick and they fall Trying trying to get their fingers in Well they gotta kill what we've found Well they gotta hate what they feed Well they gotta make it go away Well they gotta make it disappear The further I fall, I'm beside you As lost as I get, I will find you. The deeper the world, I'm inside you. Forever and ever, I am a part of you and me. We're in you next time. It's the watch you break into Until the very end of me

Until the very end of you The world is gone We have to hold on The world is gone We're not going to let go of the fear The world has gone, but we can't hide Let's go. You and me We're in this together now None of them can stop us now We will make it through somehow

Yeah, baby Even after everything You're the queen and I'm the king Nothing else can get me there Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. White on white Trapped through some black case Black on the rack To some black capes Back on the rack The little ghost is dead

The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled That velvet lines The black box The littleus is dead Bela Lugus is dead I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead Undead, undead, undead Undead, undead, undead The virgin of brides Filed past his tomb

Stool mill times their flowers Be wrapped in deathly bloom Alone in a darkened room The Count The Lug's is dead Melaleuco's is dead Melaleuco's is dead Undead, undel, Andel

Andel, Andel, Andel Andel Thank you. Thank you. Oh, Bella Bella Bella Bella Bella Thank you. Thank you. I love that. I'd like that hair. For Martin, Bela Lugosi, and, uh, balls, of course.

You knew that. We're working our way into the night here, and, uh, this is my tribute, with a lot of help from you guys, I might add, my tribute to Martin Streak, who put on his wings earlier this week and flew away.

David Marsden with you. You're in the Marsden Theatre. We're here every Thursday and Friday night, of course. If you're brand new to the theatre, say hi to the folks in Calgary. Thank you for the comment. I appreciate that. Craig delivered it on to me on the Mars Bar Theater chat room. If you'd like to be in there, lots of folks are in there tonight talking about Martin and things.

You can go to MarsdenGlobal.com and click on the icon that says Mars Bar Theater chat room. That'll take you in there. And if you're thinking about all this music that we play, every Thursday and Friday after I finish the show, Ralph and his cohort soccer fan in St. Catherine's at Miss Parker in Florida, they print out all of the songs I play. They keep track. I don't have a playlist, so they keep track as I go along. And within about 24 hours of each show ending uh

they put it up on the blog spot it's ralph's blog spot and you can link to it direct from marsden global.com i have a note uh by the way you're at 94.9 the rock and i welcome everybody who's come in also at radiojive.com out of holly. Good to have you along with us tonight. I got a couple notes here I want to read to you. This is from Paul, Paul Dingra, who writes, Hi, David. We've never met, but I feel I know you. I listen to you as an impressionable youth. Was I the impressionable youth or was that you?

No, that would have been you, yes, of course. And then I went on to work at that station. It's funny, everybody's calling it that station. I wrote that somewhere. I don't know whether, I have done probably a dozen interviews this past week and these are not interviews about me, thank goodness gracious,

nor is this show about me this is about our friend our colleague Martin Stryk to go on Paul writes that he worked at that station from 89 to 99 that's 10 years for heaven's sakes holy smack that was just about you came in just as I was going out the door, I think. Yeah, because I think I left around 89. I can't remember. Mark and I quickly became friends, writes Paul. And we began working together at the Phoenix on Saturdays in, I think he says, he thinks it was 91.

We continued to work together for years. At one point, we were doing six nights a week in various clubs and live-to-air events. Paul continues to write, but more than that, far more, Martin and I were close. We hung out every day. We went to parties. We rolled at raves. We hung out every day. We went to parties. We rolled at raves. We jumped out of planes together. We watched Seinfeld, and man, did we laugh.

Paul says, I am sad. I miss Martin. I've not much more to say at this time, but I wanted to let you know. Thank you, Paul. Great and beautiful words. I just have to, I want to read you something else, but I got to have a little drink.

There. This comes from John Massacar. And John worked at that station. John worked at the Spirit of Radio in 1985 to 1991. And I knew John. I still know him very well. He's a writer and a producer. And just a tremendously talented guy, by the way.

John Massacar writes the following note. He says, I only knew Martin in the way. John Mazzucar writes the following note. He says, I only knew Martin in the workplace. CFNY 85 to 91. But I have three, that's three, very distinct memories of him.

The first was at a U2 show at the old C&E Stadium. It was a very cold night. October 03, 1987. On the North American leg of their Joshua Tree Tour, Martin and a friend were seated in front of us. Actually, seated is a misnomer. No one sat for that show. Despite being outdoors, down by Lake Ontario in October, the energy was tangible. Martin sang at the top of his lungs for the entire show.

The sheer ecstasy he felt, being in that place at that very special moment, was evident to everyone around him. My second recollection is one that will never fail to amuse me. And that was when I was producing a commercial written by, I believe, Norm Spencer,

writes John Massachar, based on the TV show Green Acres, I was told that Martin could mimic the voice of every character on the show. I recall there were six different character voices in that script, and Martin nailed every single one of them. That is talent, writes John Massacre, who knows talent, by the way, I might add. And his third memory is of walking into the Master Control at CFNY late one afternoon.

The song playing was James Brown's Living in America a 12 inch vinyl remix he being Martin wasn't on the air that afternoon but there in the middle of the control room was Martin

dancing with abandon wild abandon his long hair flailing wildly totally lost in the music dancing with abandon, wild abandon, his long hair flailing wildly, totally lost in the music. Lost is probably not the right word, writes John Massacre.

I would better to say that he was totally found in the music. That would be more accurate. Get out of your chair now. Rise up. Find yourself all alone, wherever it is you are. And let's dance with Wild Abandoned. knock it out yeah super highways

coast to coast easy to get anywhere on the trans-modernism Overload Just fly behind the wheel How does it feel When there's no destination

That's too far And somewhere on the way You might find out who you are Living in a very tall Out of house Find out who you are Living in America And I Sit in the station Living in America Hand to hand

Across the nation Living in America Thought you'd have a celebration. Rock my soul. Boots, that's bad. Many miles, a real track. All night, radio People running through

The rock and roll show All night diners Keep you awake On black combat And a hard roll You might have to walk the fine line You might take a hard line. But everybody's working overtime.

Living in America. Station to station. Living in America. Painting. Constellation time Living in America Got to have a celebration I, I'm living in America I, I'm living in America Wait a minute Let's go. I'm the one who's known over a million names. Like New Orleans.

New Orleans. Shetor City. Detroit City. Dallas. Dallas. Pittsburgh, D.A. Pittsburgh, D.A. New York City.

New York City. Kansas City. Kansas City. Atlanta. Atlanta. Chicago. And L.A. New York City.

Live in America I live in America Hey, I know what it means I live in America I know what it means I know what it means Living in America Hear the murder Eat your heart out Hear the prayer Hey

Living in America Hear me I'll send a hot, hot. Station to station. Living in America. So nice. With your band. Living in America.

I feel good. Choose your destiny. Flawless victory. Choose your destiny. Flawless victory. Flawless victory. Fight. Fight Finish it

Excellent Okay FINISH HIM! Excellent! GANG SONYA Jax GITANGO Jade Sub-Zero Scorpion

Cyrax Smoke Shiva Motaro HAHAHAHAHAHA Cyrax Smoke Shiva Motaro Mortal Kombat! Fight! Mortal Kombat! ស្លាប់ប់ប្រាប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ប់ Jax Dundle Jade Sub-Zero

Scorpion Cybrex Smoke Shiva Motaro Brutality Animality Fatality

Super Fight Choose your destiny You will never win You can Soldier Jax Kitano Jade

Sub-Zero Scorpion Cyrax Snoop Sheeva Monaro Fight! ស្រូវាប់ ស្រូវាប់ ស្រូវាប់

ស្រូវាប់ ស្រូវាប់ ស្រូវាប់ ស្រូវាប់ ស្រូវាប់ ស្រូវាប់ ស្រូវាប់ David Marston and you on 94.9 The Rock. guitar solo See yourself In a brand new way My open arms

Ooh, you're troubled When I score your smiling I'm battered and torn To see it through For your smiling A battle I am torn To see it through To God I've sworn I've sworn No way from home Behold today

Where my heel falls And yours will stay We jump low to the sky Here in the world He won't let it die Walk on water above the sea Thank you. When my guilt falls And yours will stay Thank you. guitar solo Reach up

Low to the sky To the sky One touch of B-B-B-B-B-B Respect Love So April Behold today When my kingdom

Roars And yours Will stay guitar solo You're the one who walks away My troubled days Oh, wash away my troubles So just stay Oh, wash away my troubles So just stay No, I won't be home today

When my kingdom devours And yours will stay No, it will Behold today When my kingdom devours And yours will stay I can't open my mouth And your tears Stay Speak about this blood sign

Speak about this blood sign Speak about destruction. Speak about destruction. This is a wild destruction. Your life ain't nothing. The human race is becoming a disgrace. Countries are fighting in chemical war. They're not giving a damn about the people who live there. Not just dumb and speedy, they're coming on the anti-pass. Thank you. The KGB is smarter than you think. Gray watch mentalities to control the system.

Using TV and movies, religions and course. Yes, the world is headed for destruction. Is it nuclear war? What are you asking for? I thank God To see the world destruction Your life ain't nothing The human race

is becoming a disgrace The rich get richer The poorer getting poorer Fascist, chauvinistic government fools People like the Muslims, Christians and Hindus Are in a time zone to search for the truth Who are you to think you're a superior race Racing for your everlasting doom.

We are time zone. We come to take the bomb on you. Backward destruction. Kaboom! Kaboom! Kaboom! I'm going out of my mind And I make a choice I can't come up with This is a world destruction Your life ain't nothing

The human race is becoming a disgrace. Nationalities are fighting with each other. Why is this? Because the system tells you. People in racist categories. Knowledge isn't what it used to be. Mania can be tactics to control a nation. Who wants to be a president or king?

But the nation is going to walk against you. Nothing in your power that you can't do. Yes, the world is headed for destruction. You and I know it. The Bible tells you. If we don't stop to look for a better life The world will be destroyed in the time zone I'm in the time zone, I'm in the time zone

I'm in the time zone I'm in the time zone, I'm in the time zone I'm in the time zone Speak about deception See you. I'm in a time zone, I'm in a time zone, I'm in a time zone, I'm in a time zone. I'm in a time zone. Now! I'm in a time zone I'm in a time zone Thank you. You, of course, are in the Marston Theatre, David and you together.

My tribute, our tribute together for Martin Streak, of course, tonight. And what a four hours it's been so far, I can tell you. 94.9 to Rock, by the way, is where you'll find it. I'm here every Thursday and Friday night, of course, as everybody knows.

And we have a pretty good time here Thursdays and Friday nights. Mars Bar Theater chat room open. If you'd like to get there, you can go to MarsdenGlobal.com, but somebody just sent me a note, and MarsdenGlobal.com has reached whatever, I don't know, what do they call that? It's maximum?

I don't know why. But just keep trying. It'll come back for you, okay? MarsdenGlobal.com is where you find a lot of things. And, of course, there's a posting board inside there where you can post stuff to get yourself going, whatever you want. If you want to post some thoughts to Martin as well, and I know I'm not going to get through everything tonight, so I'm going to keep going. Lee Rufong says, from all of us out there on the web waves, the living need to say goodbye. And we are indeed saying goodbye tonight.

But this is not really the final goodbye. This is au revoir. Lee writes that he has seen this response before and he has gone through it. And he says still tears to the heart, though. Thank you, Leroy. Good to hear from you as well. I have a note. This one comes from someone who worked at CFNY back in the day when it mattered.

This is from James Uftonon who worked there as an intern inside the music department and indeed is a close friend of mine I have to tell you that James writes sometime last year actually I talked to James last night on the telephone and he told me this story and I said write it down

it might be read it's better left said sometime last year I got on the young subway line It might be red. It's better left said. Sometime last year, I got on the Yonge subway line and took my usual spot standing opposite the entrance doors. James says, standing there next to me was Martin. I hadn't seen him since at least the 1982 Casby Awards or maybe even the days when we were both doing the intern thing at the Spirit of Radio.

Martin lowered his glasses and said my name. We had a glorious chat, and I was pleased to see he was still beaming with energy and enthusiasm for life and his love of music. still beaming with energy and enthusiasm for life and his love of music. It was as though no time had passed between us. I will always remember Marty bouncing up and down and about between stacks of records and milk crates, the turntables, the super beta video decks,

and other assorted gear that made up the heart of the video roadshow. Undoubtedly, he was playing the cult or tones on tail at the time. Thanks, Martin. That's from James Ufton. And if you don't mind, I got to... I don't have commercials, so we're just winging this thing.

I have one thing I want to read now. This comes from Gordon Dupey and all of the spoons. Gordon writes, like many of you, I'm feeling a little numb right now. I saw Martin last September at the Velvet Underground. It was the first time in many years, but we were soon laughing and reminiscing about the old days. Stories from the spirit of radio era, like those wild CFNY cruises.

Remember we talked about those earlier with Captain Phil? Those cruises around Toronto Island each summer. Unforgettable days. Gordon Depp continues. How things change in the blink of an eye. I was a guest on his Sunday 80s program that September night, and I'm glad to have had that time together to touch base, to catch up now on how our worlds had changed since the 80s.

I spoke with Martin one more time after that. Ironically, he called me when Frankie, a teenage head, put on his wings. We were both feeling a little numb that day, too. Good night, Martin. Gordon Depp says, May your sleep, may you sleep in your Nova heart at ease with the thoughts that this Nova won't burn out. Those words from Gordon De Depot and the Spoons here tonight

in the Marsden Theatre, 94.9 The Rock. It's not a fumbling of perfume From a girl you knew long ago From a girl you knew long ago On a holiday weekend And you know That you're there once more in some forgotten story From your private library of things That you remember

Then it comes back again Those old emotions And it brings back And it brings back Those old emotions of old emotion There's a taste in the sea air And the gulls cry overhead You walk and take in the wet sand And you know

That you're there once more In some forgotten story From your private library Of things That you remember Then it comes back again Those old emotions And it brings back

And it brings back Those old emotions guitar solo Then it comes back again Those old emotions And it comes back again, those old emotions. And it brings back, and it brings back, those old emotions. Then it comes back again. Then it comes back again, those old emotions. Welcome to the Marsden Theatre. So just in case you've forgotten, this is what live radio looks like.

The David Marsden Radio Program is brought to you in part by Two Men in a Truck Oshawa and Two Men in a Truck Toronto East. Teksting av Nicolai Winther Thank you. We'll be right back. Oh Come with me Into the trees We lay on the grass Let all this pass Take my hand Come back to the land Let's get away

Just for one day Let me see you Straight down to the bone Let me see you Straight down to the bone Metropolis That's not Cementis You breathing in fumes I taste my weakness

Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you strip down to the bone Let me see you strip down to the bone Let me hear you make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking just for me me ДИНАМИЧНАЯ МУЗЫКА Let me feel you straight down to the bone

Let me see you straight down to the bone Let me see you straight down To the bone Let me See you Straight down To the bone Thank you. I've gone a hill As the day dissolves With my pencil turning moments into lines I abound

In the violet sky A silent silver plane It draws a golden chain One by one All the stars appear As the great winds of the planet spiral in Spinning away Like the night sky at all

It's a million insect storm The constellations fall On a hill Of the raven sky I have no idea exactly what I've drawn Some kind of change Some kind of change, some kind of spitting away, with every single line moving further out in time. Thank you. In the star The moon In the pale blue light

In the star In the star And there And then As the world goes round It's the start It's the start I don't But the lines do come in the stars lays in the sky

In the sky I grow I grow in me In the sky In the stars In the stars And now As the earth Surges

In the stars In the stars I know In the sky I fall And the fall will shine In the sky Oh, oh, deep water Black and cold like the night I stand with arms wide open I've run a twisted mind

I'm a stranger In the eyes Of the maker I could not see For the fog in my eyes. I could not feel for the fear in my life. And from across the great divide In the distance I saw a light Jean Baptiste

Walking to me with the maker My body Is bent and broken By long And dangerous Leaves I can't work the fields of Abraham And turn my head away I'm not a stranger

In the hands of the maker Brother John Have you seen the homeless daughters Standing there With broken wings I have seen The flaming swords There over east of Eden Burning in the eyes of the maker

Burning in the eyes of the maker. Burning in the eyes of the maker. Oh, river, I see you from your sleep We'll be right back. I knew I was broken But I was still hoping I knew I was praying That you were still waiting it all up now But I knew there was no hope at all For a fool like me Baby But all for a fool like me Baby

I wish you were staying But you're not And you're all I've got I am Sticking to the city Wondering how I can Stick in to the city But I can't So I'm headed out to the coast

For a ride on the ocean wave Baby I wish you were still here But you're not And you're all I've done We'll see you next time. Believe in Surf City. I love you, little surf city Surf city, you know who that is. I won't even tell you because, well, you just know, and you know I played it, of course.

And you are here in the nighttime at 94.9 The Rock. David Marston, the Marston Theater, of course, as we do it every Thursday and Friday night, 7 until midnight. And this night, of course, I think everybody knows, we have jammed up a lot of websites tonight, and that's pretty cool. Actually, we jammed up one of them, which was mine, which is marstonglobal.com. You might want to try again.

If you couldn't get in earlier, we were just, apparently the servers were loaded. I didn't actually know the servers could get loaded. I thought I had a big server, but what the heck. Blair Taylor sends along a note. I'm amazed, you know, I've got to tell you, so many people have sent in emails from people who went to school with Martin. Blair Taylor was one of them.

He writes, one of my favorite memories of Marty was at Arendale High School around 1981, 82. He wanted to cut his long hair and get a mohawk. So he decided to collect a nickel from as many people as he could in the school to help pay for it. Hilarious, writes Blair. Another memory is that of the same era at a teenage head concert at Arendelle.

Marty was up front row center, jumping up and down nonstop through the entire show. So much energy. May he and Frankie Venom both are IP. Sharon McDonald writes, When I found out that Martin wasn't with us any longer, I felt like I had lost a friend. Some people find this strange because he was, quote, just a DJ whom I had never actually met.

I myself was a bit surprised at first by how sad the news made me. But then I realized that Martin's voice had been heavily incorporated into the soundtrack of my life. His exquisite taste and knowledge of music has greatly influenced that soundtrack and has wicked, and his wicked sense of humor added quite a few giggles as well.

Sharon goes on to say he's the coolest angel up there. And I wonder what he's kicking off the set with tonight. Got it? Get it? Good. Cheers, Sharon. Thank you. And I want to do one more here because it's running late and I've got to cut.

This one is from somebody we all know, Scott Turner, of course, one of the great members of the CFNY team and just an all-around great fellow, by the way. He's living up Kitchener Way these days. He sent me this, and I'm just going to read it exactly as he said it. Streaming this from my mind to yours, says Scott Turner, I met new and shared life with Martin mostly through the 80s,

the very early days of 102.1, a very special time at CFNY, the Spirit of Radio. Yes, it was, actually. It was a very special time for those of us who were there on the team and for everybody who was tuning in every day. What a time. I've got to tell you, I'm going to break away from Scott's. What a time. When we were, I got to tell you, I'm going to break away from Scott's note for a minute.

I got to tell you that when we were doing it, when we were putting it together every day, 24-7, nonstop, 365 days of the year, we were really having fun. It didn't occur to any of us, I don't think, what it would be like 20 some odd years later. And for that, I personally, along with I'm sure the rest of that great team, thank you. Carrying on with Scott Turner quickly.

Many memories, but here's one that comes to mind the most. I knew Martin first and foremost through the extremely successful Video Roadshow, a fantastic promotional concert machine that was on the road to universities, colleges, and nightclubs throughout Ontario. At its peak, and these are true words I can tell you, I should tell you how this all started before I go on with Scott's note. We were in the little yellow house with that radio station

called CFNY, and the whole thing had gone into receivership because the owners had gotten into some legal problems, so the CRTC took the license away. And we were all sitting there in that little yellow house, and we didn't have any money to keep the radio station going. And if something broke down, we just scotch-taped it back together and did the best we could to keep the sound going.

And one day, Ivor Hamilton walked over to me. I was kind of, I wasn't in charge yet, but I was kind of, somebody had to do it, so I took the initiative, I guess. Ivor walked in, and he said, I've got a great idea. You know, we all, all the DJs, they did some money because we had to live. We had to eat and buy food and stuff like that.

And I said, great, Ivor, what's the idea? And he says, you remember back in the day they used to do like sock hops and guys would go into high schools and play music, play DJ music. I said, yeah, I remember that very well. I was one of those guys. And he said, why don't we do that? We can make some money and at least eat for a while until somebody buys this radio station.

And that was the beginning of what became known as the CFNY Video Roadshow. Scott Turner goes on to say, it was playing three to five nights a week, attended by thousands, and at one point took residence at the Kingswood Music Theater where this traveling concert event, just the roadshow, no bands,

just the roadshow and the music and the personalities. 15,000 people showed up that one night. It was a pretty big thrill. Scott Turner's favorite memory of Martin Streak is this. Martin, along with Ivor Hamilton, orchestrated and championed the CFNY Roadshow, a roving music messenger for those, of whom there were many, connected to music beyond the everyday.

This was a culture within itself. I will tell you also, the roadshow was getting really big. We used to do it out of a van, and it was getting really big. And we had to buy, I don't know, it was a five or a ten ton truck. It was a huge, monstrous thing,

but to drive it, you had to have like a special truck driver's license. Martin, I don't even think he had his regular license, stepped up and said, I'll drive it. But, Martin, you don't have a license. Martin said, I'll get one. And I said, yeah, but the truck's arriving in a few weeks, and we've got all these gigs booked for high schools and everything.

He said, don't worry about it. He smiled that Martin smile, left my office, and in time for us to do the first show from our big, massive truck, Martin arrived with license in hand, our big massive truck. Martin arrived with license in hand and he became the head driver of that big old truck that hauled the road show around.

Scott says, Scott Turner says, on a more personal level, I had so many good times and simple pure fun with Martin that I can't begin to explain an incredible spirit and energy and fun and a funny guy. that I can't begin to explain, an incredible spirit and energy,

and fun, and a funny guy. Never, never, ever down, ever. Always, always fun to be around. He was one of those guys you just love to see and hang with, always. Scott Turner says, Good night, dear Martin Streep. Good night. Good night.

Sleep well. And in peace, my friend. The Thank you. Civilization. Empire. Said prayers and spoken all faiths. Freedom. Restored calm. Moist city. Comfortable calm. To my city. Comfortable majority.

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Eradicate, exterminate all species from the earth In the name of progress We call peace E-dynamics collapsing We burn, we rape, obliterate Our conscience heavy, we take and take E-dynamics collapsing Our conscience heavy, we take and take These diners, collapsing No turning back, the damage is dead

They can't change life, no hell to run These diners, collapsing We burn, we rape, we proliferate Our conscience heavy, we take and take These diners, collapsing Devour it, my conscience, if you ain't taking tea Silence, it's all I see No turning back, the damage is done You can't change life, nowhere to run We'll be right back. Go on, Michael. We burn, we rape, we liberate Our conscience heavy, we take and take

These violence, no laughing No turning back, the damage is dead You can't change life, no matter what These violence, no laughing The damage is that you can't change life nowhere to be found And pull out the thing Burn the rape, obliterate the conscience that you will take and take Freedom. Freedom. Freedom.

Freedom. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom.

Freedom. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out places worn out faces bright and early for their daily races going

nowhere going nowhere their tears are filling up their glasses no expression no expression Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow No tomorrow, no tomorrow And I find it kinda funny

I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles, it's a very, very mad world Mad world Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy birthday, happy birthday And to feel the way that every child should Happy birthday, happy birthday.

And I feel the way that every child should. Sit and listen, sit and listen. Went to school and I was very nervous. No one knew me, no one knew me Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson Look right through me, look right through me And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying are the best i've ever had i find it hard to tell you i find it hard to take when people run in circles it's a very very Mad world, mad world

Enlarging your world Mad world We're Progressive FM You can't call us mainstream The only real radio Versus a big machine Those little whispers start to shake the floor And the noise can be heard From the corporate doors

Excuse me for mentioning But there's people here And people out there With people ears I'm looking for a record And talking on the phone And I ain't your average radio clone I'm an FM jock and I play them as I see There ain't no strings pulling on me And why is my station

We're the only one We don't make much money But we sure have fun We won't have much money, but we sure have fun. We won't play a record just because it's a hit. But we love New Wave and the punk girls' tits. Stuff the surveys and computerize sweeps, shove the billboard charts in the backseat. We get three records and tickets to the shows Just a couple of perks for working on the radio

Working on the radio Working on the radio Working on the radio Working on the radio. I'm working on the radio. I'm working on the radio. I'm working on the radio. I'm working on the radio. I'm working on the radio. Thank you. I'm working on the radio

Yeah, I'm working on the radio Yeah, I'm working on the radio. Yeah, I'm working on the radio. I'm working on the radio. Yeah, I'm working on the radio. David Marston and you on 94.9 The Rock. me I lose it my soul and what did I see Singing me, coming for to carry me home. Sing love. Sing love. Sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home

Sing along Cheerio, coming for to carry me home I'm on my way now And so are you Coming for to carry me home And all the people They're coming home Coming for to bury me, oh Wound us and set us free, wound us

Sweet Lord, sweet chariot Coming for to bury me, oh Sweet Lord, sweet chariot Coming for to bury me, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Carry me home Carry me home Sweet love, sweet chaos Coming for to carry me home See the Lord, see the chariot Coming forth to carry me home

Yeah! Sweet love, sweet journey Running for together in me Sweet love, sweet journey Running for together in me Sweet love, sweet journey Take me home Take me home Take me home Take me home We'll be right back. Put my heart in your hands. Sail away with me, honey, now.

Now, now. Sail away with me. What will be, will be. I want to hold you now, now, now. Crazy skies are wild above me now Winter howling at my face And everything I held so dear Disappeared without a trace

All the times I tasted love Never knew quite what I had Never knew quite what I had Little darling, if you hear me now Never needed you so bad Spinning round inside my head Sail away with me, honey I'll put my heart in your hands Sail away with me, honey

Now, now, now Sail away with me. What will be, will be. I want to hold you now, now, now. I've been talking drunken gibberish. Falling in and out of bars trying to get some

explanation here by the way some people are how did it ever come so far Sail away with me honey Put my heart in your hands Sail away with me, honey Now, now, now

Sail away with me What will be will be I wanna hold you now Now, now Sail away with me, honey. I'll put my heart in your hands. Sail away with me, honey, now, now. Sail

away with me. What will be with me? will be with me I wanna hold it now Now, now Sail away with me, honey Put my heart in your hands And break me up if you pull me down Whoa Sail away with me

What will be will be I wanna hold you now Now Now សូវាប់ពីបានប់ពីប្រាប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់� ¶¶ David Marsden and you together on this night of Martin's streak. And we're coming up to the backside of this event. I did want to tell you, I got literally, I don't know, I did want to tell you, I got literally, I don't know, it's the number of emails

and the number of things that have come in are just, I just can't possibly get them all on the radio tonight. Gosh, I wish I could. I just really want to tell you that I am going to print all

of these, all of the emails that came in on my various addresses and I'm going to have them all printed and on Saturday of this week I will be joining some other close friends

of Martin's including his family his mom Grace who he loves so much other close friends of Martin's, including his family, his mom, Grace, who he loves so much, and his brothers, Robbie and Lance. I will take these along with me if you don't mind. If you mind, send me a note and tell me.

That'll poke you in the nose. and that'll poke you in the nose. I've had an incredible four days since all of this began. And as I was putting things together for tonight, all kinds of memories, all kinds of thoughts, all kinds of things kept spinning through my brain. I was finding it very difficult. And I've got to tell you, I started the show off tonight by saying that it was going to be a very hard thing for me to do.

You, with your energy and your feedback, have allowed me to do the show without the fear that I did have when I started. I wasn't sure I could get through. Thank you for letting me and helping me get through. I appreciate that very much. I want to say hi to Michelle Cote. Michelle worked with Martin at that radio station.

She said that he was her favorite person there. This was when it was on Yonge Street there, on the studio on Yonge Street. And I worked at a street-level studio when I first started, and there was one evening that a friend came to visit him.

She brought him a picnic dinner of swordfish, gourmet salads, and Italian bread with oil and vinegar. Martin set me up with them at the table, insisted that I be part of the meal. I was treated as an equal from day one and never forgot that. Even after I left, he always remembered me and asked about things and how I was going. That sums up Martin Street. But one other thing sums him up too,

and this has repeated itself over and over and over and over through emails and people talking to me. Today I came into the station and one of Martin's high school buddies who works here, Pete Walker, started to tell me a story. And the story that he told led to the very thing that so many others have said. You can be a friend of Martin Streaks, and you may not see him for a year. You may not see him for five years. You may not see him for ten.

I remember when we were all at the Andy Poole Hall, John Burns was there, and he and Marty were having a wonderful time, and he came over afterwards, and he said the same thing to me. And I have heard this repeated over and over and over. It didn't matter how long you'd been away from Martin's eyes. When you bumped into him again, within seconds, it was as though no time had passed.

That was the magic of Martin Streak. I'm David Marsden. Thank you so much for being part of this. And please tell your friends about a guy who was a friend and a colleague. His name was Martin Streak. Stay curious, and good night. In my hand, a legacy of memories I can hear you saying my name

I can almost see your smile Feel the warmth of your embrace There is nothing but silence now Around the one I love Is this our farewell? Sweet hearted You're way too much A child

See the sadness in your eyes You are not alone In your eyes Although you might think You are not alone in life Although you might think that you are Every thought this day would come so soon We had no time to say goodbye How can the world just carry on? I feel so lost, we are not at my sight

There is nothing but silence now Around the world I love I love Is this a heart farewell? Sweet honey, you wait too much You had my chances and the sin in your eyes You are not alone in life No human being that you guitar solo So sorry your world is tumbling down I'm watching you this night

Lash your head and go to sleep This is not our farewell Heya! Applause for Heya! Thank you! Locked and cranked.