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Born, raised and will most probably die in Montreal, Mr. Black
first cut his teeth in the DJ'ing racket, as an assistant DJ, at the now
legendary Thunderdome club in the late eighties.
After that endeavor reached its bitter conclusion, Mr. Black then stuck
strictly to his studies. Attending Dawson College, he concentrated his
efforts on the Illustration & Design program, an experience that "sucked the creative juices right out of him".
He subsequently reached a level of fulfillment with freelance
illustrative &
graphics work that has remained to this very day.
While spending the last few years in a state of severe
sleep deprivation, he squandered many a night roaming the city-scape
and getting himself into little misadventures. Most notably, the
infamous "Mr. Black vs. The Mole-men" subway incident in '95,
whereupon he battled and defeated the hideous and nefarious subterranean mutants. It's safe to assume that Evil
has not taken a liking to Mr. Black.
Mr. Black re-surfaced as a DJ in June '97 with the advent of
Dark Wave Nights. Though unsure whether or not to return to the DJ
booth, his main focus then was to battle a new, even deadlier evil. That
new found nemesis, came in the form of the bland gothic/industrial
music that was coming out of Montreal Goth clubs at the time. Mr.
Black christened that particular brand of bad music as "Collective
Rubbish as Play lists" or "C.R.A.P" for short. He then went on to
re-arrange the face of Montreal club music with Dark Wave Nights, proving
that the deaf can surely lead the blind. He began as Dark Wave Nights
DJ at the Purple Haze club, then on to Club Ezra until July '99 until
its untimely foreclosure.
After living on a relatively unhealthy diet of comic books,
movies, auctions and "chicks with guns", Mr. Black has returned from his
solitary, low-key existence, to bring DARK
WAVE NIGHTS to the newly erected CLUB
REDEMPTION. Vowing to spread the word that Falco did indeed die for our
musical sins, Mr. Black has become somewhat of a hybrid, part DJ, part
non-sensical preacher man.
His upcoming comic book "HEX ARCANA®", has been shelved for a
bit, due mainly to the many painstaking re-writes he has had to endure. He
does have immediate plans to launch an on-line comic series tentatively
titled "VEX®", as an upcoming FINAL
CUT MEDIA project.
Although speculations have been made as to his involvement with the mysterious Illuminati, Mr. Black fully denies any
membership or connections with the secret society. Nor does he admit to any
"Government Assassin Training" in the use of everyday items as lethal
weapons. When his face isn't melded to a computer screen, Mr. Black
can be usually found, enjoying quality time with his Dark Wave Nights
partners at various coffee shops, conversing over coffee, doughnuts,
and the occasional lap dance.
"If this is Heaven ah'm bailin' out! Mah threadbare soul
teems with vermin and louse thought comes like a plague to the
head...in God's house!"
-MUTINY IN HEAVEN
Mr. Black's choice haunt.
Mondo Q&A
november 2000
| Place of birth:
A cornfield in downtown Montreal. |
| Favorite song of all time:
The Weeping Song (Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds) |
| Favorite movie of all time:
Until the End of the World |
| Favorite book of all time: The Bible |
| Most time consuming bad
habit: Dark wave Nights |
| If they were filming your life story, who would play you:
Christopher Walken |
| Worst experience on public transportation:
Oh yes,...that time When the subways stalled, and I had to protect all the passengers from a vicious attack by
C.H.U.D.S.....and some molemen. |
| Least favorite sound:
My own voice. |
| Your childhood was:
Kept Hidden to me by the Government....TO THIS DAY! |
| Pet peeves: That big reptile-like thing that keeps on sneaking into my bedroom every night, when I'm asleep, and steals a pint of my blood, and a box of my breakfast cereal, I haven't had
freakin' cereal in ages! |
| Favorite bodily secretion:
ummmmm....All of 'em! |
| Favorite article of clothing you will never wear:
My purple lace panties. |
| When no one's looking you like to:
Point and laugh. |
| Advice to the world:
Don't follow my advice, just do as I do. |
| Weirdest thing you ever saw:
My next door neighbor stabbing his wife, then dancing around with the body, it's
weird 'cause he only poisoned and had sex with his last
wife.
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