Monday, January 12, 2009

Fuckmorgue



Many were the ghosts who haunted the End of Banks Street warehouse--Black power Mike from next door, Fat Brian who squatted our couches, the guy from out of town who called a house meeting because of his scabies, the crazy lady who planted small crosses on the neutral ground--not to mention some of our grave-robbing, drug-dealing, gun-wielding, Funck-denying roomates.

In September of 2004 while I was living at the warehouse on Banks Street, just months after the future Mrs. Emily McFunck had foolishly spurned my affections, three traveling punk ladies from Winnipeg stayed at my house: Morgan, Janelle, and Natalie. Nice ladies all, into hardcore, and flirting with straightedge (UPDATE: that playful love affair has now turned into a life long marriage). They wound up getting stranded in New Orleans for an extra week or so because of Hurricane Ivan. When they eventually made it home, Morgan mailed me her band's CD. It was amazing gothic black metal stuff. Totally brutal and melancholy. And here it is in it's entirety.

Down Forever
Like the City
Hooker with a Heart of Gold
Dead I Will Not be Forgotten
After Derbie Died
Chapters Coming Forth by Day
Where He Goes
Cacaphony

That's the back of the CD below. The Slug & Lettuce style pictures are scans from Winnipeg's weekly "Uptown" paper. And there's also a poster from one of their shows below.



In the summer of 2006, a few of the folks who lived at the warehouse and I went on a two-month road trip in the summer that finally took us up to Winnipeg. We finally got to see these folks in their natural habitat, stay at Morgan's house, and buy a bike rack from Natalie's mom. Morgan took a ride with us to Banff and tried to grill some food on the side of the road with eternal handy man, which is probably even funnier and more amazing than you can imagine. Banth, on the other hand, was a total letdown. Don't go to the "hot springs" there. It's just a glorified public bathtub.

From Morgan:
"And after you dropped me off, I hitchhiked to Calgary, flipped a coin in a back alley of the main drag. It was heads, so I got on the junk train that was chugging through town fell asleep in a grainer and woke up in a field in saskatchewan. I trudged through the field, slept (it was 8 degrees C, didn't even have a hoodie, food or more than a half bottle of water, let alone real shoes. All for the sake of letting chance determine my path!!), got back to a highway, and hitched a ride to Winnipeg with a Bosnian refugee / trucker who tried to tell me about watching his wife and kids get slaughtered. Then he tried to get me to have sex with him. I refused, he let me know he wasn't going to rape me (how nice!!), and we parted ways. A month later I moved to Montreal."

A short update on the band members:
In addition to Fuckmorgue, the Morgan that I know also played bass in Vernix and is now living in Montreal, playing a little music, and spending time as a student and tattoo artist. The other Morgan in FM played guitar in Kursk and now lives the married life in NYC. Nancy is living in Vancouver, is a carpenter, and played in Witchking. Erica is living in Brandon, Manitoba at school for music. And Sean is somewhere in BC, laying low, living a life shrouded in mystery.




3 comments:

ido said...

One of the best bands in forever. Only wish they had recorded more and more and more.

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Unknown said...

realmente!
banda lindona!