CJLO's studios are located in the furthest corner of one of the oldest, if not the oldest building of Concordia University. Take a walk down one of the corridors and you'll see countless graduation photos of students long since dead, small black and white mementos of a time when only men walked these halls, a testament to how our world has changed. My favorite frame contains only two photos. It's dated 1914*, a year when most of the world had something other than studies on their mind. It's a visceral reminder of how many stories lie within these walls and how many young people have come and gone, leaving their ambitions and hopes echoing within the walls. How could this place not be haunted?
I should clarify right away that I'm not a believer. I know quite a few people who have had supernatural experiences, but my inner skeptic still doubts the existence of ghosts, despite the strange thing that happened to me one night, a few years back, while I was doing my radio show. I did the pee break shuffle, which fellow DJs know involves putting on a long song, then hustling to the nearest john and back as efficiently as possible. CJLO sadly does not have its own bathroom, but there's a women's washroom on the other side of the large lounge that neighbors our studios, and that's where I was headed.
As I walked through the lounge, everything seemed normal. There were a handful of students sitting in the cavernous space, mostly in small groups, studying or working on shared projects. No one looked up as I passed through. The women's washroom is an awkward space that at the time retained some features of what it once had been, some kind of dormitory bathroom including full showers. Along one wall, the shower stalls were flanked with two built in broom closets, which were sometimes left unlocked (I know because I had snooped around in them on occasion before). The showers have since been completely removed, but the closets remain, their heavy old fashioned wood doors a relic of what workmanship used to look like. Along the other wall, modern toilet stalls and sinks had been added. The entrance to the bathroom has a swinging door, which is occasionally left propped open, but this night was left closed.
I pushed my way in to the room, and the door swung closed behind me with a creak. The room was empty, and cold, not unusual for winter time in this forgotten, poorly insulated corner of the campus. I entered a stall, and got down to business, when I distinctly heard the door to the broom closet on the right open, then close again. I heard light footsteps across the floor, moving from the closet in the right corner of the room towards the main entrance on my left. Weird, I thought to myself, I guess someone was hiding in the closet. I waited, listening for the main door to swing open. It didn't. I waited.
I waited some more, but the main door never swung open. Was there someone in the room with me? The hairs on the back of my neck prickled, but I had to know. I pulled up my jeans, opened the stall door and stepped out into the room. It was empty. The doors to the other stalls stood open. They were empty. The shower stalls, curtains long since removed, stood empty. There was no one by the sink. The silence was deafening.
That left only the closets... I walked over to the one on the left and tried the knob. Locked. In a daze, I walked over to the one on the right. I felt light headed, almost detached from my body, as though all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. I turned the knob...
I remember quickly going over the sequence of events in my mind, trying to make sense of what had happened. The closet door on the right opened, footsteps walked across the floor, but the main door never opened, and never swung shut, and the room was still empty. I looked at the main door again. Closed. Not propped open, closed. How had there been someone in the room with me, and yet the room was still empty, and no one had left it?
That's when the fear set in, but like a robot, I remember flushing the toilet, then washing my hands at the sink, my eyes fixed on the mirror, watching the reflection of the closet behind me, and listening, still listening, but there was nothing to hear. Only the hand dryer, then my feet walking across the floor, and then finally the sound I had been waiting for as I pushed the main door open and let it swing shut behind me.
I walked down the hall, toward the lounge, feeling as though all the blood had been drained from my body, as though every step I took wasn't actually connecting to the floor. As I entered the lounge, every single student looked up from their books at me. Every. Single. One. In that moment, I felt as though they knew, as though in their minds they all had the thought "she looks like she's seen a ghost." I remember being amused by that idea, despite still feeling cold fingers of fear creeping along my spine. Had I? I don't know.
I walked back into the CJLO studios, sat down behind the board, and continued my show. To this day, what happened that night still gnaws at me sometimes, especially in the winter months when the dark comes early and the hallways and lounge around CJLO are emptier than usual. I'll never know what I really experienced that night, but if you ask around, I'm not alone. There are others like me, who have roamed these halls for many years, and who have been confronted with things they couldn't quite understand. What secrets do these walls hold? Sometimes, when I walk down those hallways, and look at the black and white faces staring down at me from the walls, I wonder which of these students or their friends, who perhaps never had the chance to graduate, still walk these halls on cold winter nights...
*The building in which CJLO is located was completed in 1916, so these two students graduated when the previous incarnation of the university (Loyola College) was still located downtown.
-- Angelica hosts BVST, every Wednesday at 7-9 PM. Tune in for the best (and the worst) in rock'n'roll, country, punk and metal, only on CJLO!
Hosted by Catlin Spencer
Stories by Marilla Steuter-Martin
Produced by Marilla Steuter-Martin
Hosted by: Marilla Steuter-Martin
Stories by: Marilla Steuter-Martin, Celeste Lee
Produced by: Emeline Vidal
by Julia Bryant
Citizens are evacuating the village of Pahoa in Hawaii because of a recent volcano eruption.
According to BBC News, lava from the nearby Kilauea volcano is advancing at about five to ten yards an hour.
Two main roads into Pahoa have been shut down and a cemetery has been destroyed in the flow.
Almost all of the 800 people who live in Pahoa have already left or made plans to leave.
Officials are allowing residents to watch their houses be destroyed as a means of closure.
Olympic broadcasting rights sold
by Sam Obrand
The Canadian broadcast rights for the 2018 and 2020 Olympic Games have been awarded to CBC/Radio-Canada.
According to CBC News, Hubert Lacroix, president and CEO of CBC/Radio-Canada, made the announcement on Tuesday in Toronto.
Alongside broadcast partners Bell Media and Rogers Media, CBC/Radio-Canada will work to give full access of the games to every Canadian.
The deal itself has not been disclosed to the public.
The 2018 Winter Olympic Games will take place in PyeongChang, South Korea, while Tokyo will host the 2020 Summer Olympics.
Hosted by: Jocelyn Beaudet
Stories by: Julia Bryant & Sam Obrand
Produced by: Julia Bryant
A few days into their first North American tour, Angelica from BVST sat down with Uncle Acid himself, Kevin Starrs, to talk about the perils of the music industry, the price of fame, and 1960s girl bands. Delve into the mind of one of the (previously) most mysterious men in rock, and tune in, turn on and drop some Acid with BVST, this Wednesday, October 29th at 7 PM, only on CJLO 1690AM!
With Halloween just days away, it’s time to settle in for some cold nights and some good horror. While you can never quite go wrong with classics of the genre, whether Universal monsters, 80s slasher or contemporary torture porn, part of fear and part of horror is diving into the unknown. While Canadian cinema does not have a particularly strong reputation in the minds of its citizens, Canada has always had a flair for genre cinema and horror in particular. Maybe it’s the history of surviving the unknown and often frightening elements, as well as the detached sense of dislocated identity associated with being so close to United States. Whatever the reason, Canada has some of the most cutting edge horror filmmakers the world has to offer. Here is a selection of just five great horror films well worth checking out this Halloween season.
Ginger Snaps (2000)
Directed by John Fawcett
Horror has always had a bad reputation in terms of its representation of women. While the genre has always featured its share of female protagonists, it is often tainted with an almost Victorian sense of gender conventions and a desire to transform female sexuality into a monstrous being. The 2000 werewolf film, Ginger Snaps, spins all these assumptions on their head. Set in small town Ontario, the film is about two outcast sisters who dread nothing more than normality. Quite literally a period piece, the film explores with dark humour and deft insight into gender conventions Ginger’s transformation into a werewolf, which just so happens to coincide with her first menstruation. As Ginger grows increasingly aggressive and monstrous, she drifts further away from her younger sister who just wants to save her from the “curse”. The film is as funny as it is shocking, and features some of the most vibrant and perverse dialogue in any horror film. The movie has a real tap on the horrors of high school, and suggests with real intimacy the alienation and insecurity that dominates adolescence. One of the very best werewolf movies out there, Ginger Snaps is a great change of pace to the more mindless entries in the horror genre.
Directed by David Cronenberg
Forcing myself to choose just a single David Cronenberg film is a struggle befitting of Sisyphus and his boulder. Perhaps the greatest filmmaker Canada has to offer, Cronenberg uses horror to explore psychology and social concerns. Even in his earliest work, there is a real sense of realism and nuance to his style. While personal preferences lean me more heavily towards his most sexually dense work like Dead Ringers and Crash, there is no mistaking the impact and importance The Fly. Starring Jeff Goldblum and Geena Davis, the movie is a remake of a science-fiction film from the 1950s of a scientist whose failed experiment leads his DNA to be mixed with that of a fly. Goldblum is incredible in the lead role, and as he transforms from neurotic dweeb into hyper-masculine monster the movie becomes increasingly tense and inhuman. Cronenberg’s emotionally detached style allows for the intimacy of the human body to come to the forefront of his craft. One of the integral pioneers of body horror, the film explores exactly what it means to be human and uses some of the most realistic and textured special effects in film history.
Directed by Bob Clark
Perhaps the first masterpiece of Canadian horror, the conventions and style of Black Christmas are way more famous than the film itself. One of the truly great slashers, Black Christmas truly exploits the cold and thankless Canadian landscape in order to translate a powerful sense of dread. While this film does not feature any particularly horrific displays of violence or gore, few films in the history of filmmaking have been able to create such a powerfully dark portrait of life and death. While John Carpenter’s more famous film, Halloween, suggested an almost mythic vision of the sociopath which seemed imbued with an uncomfortable adolescent mortality, death in Black Christmas is truly random and senseless. The film seems to suggest the fleeting nature of life, and in particular, the fragility of the human form as it slowly picks off vibrant and intelligent inhabitants of an Ontario sorority house. Black Christmas does not offer comfort or resolution, and is an exemplary film in Canadian survivalist themes.
Directed by Brandon Cronenberg
Brandon Cronenberg is David’s son, and in the tradition of his father created one of the most startling body horror films of the new century. Antiviral tackles the perverse obsession with celebrity to new extremes, exploring a not so distant future in which people literally consume meat grown from the cells of their favourite celebrities and go to clinics in order to be infected with the same strain of STIs as the stars. While obviously teetering on the absurd, the movie has a refreshingly cynical style that allows images and scenarios speak for themselves. While the film has a wink of dark humour, it hits on points that are a little too close to home to be purely comical as it taps into our obsession with the physical form. With a clinical eye, the film beautifully evokes a contemporary sense of alienation as virtue is replaced with physical perfection.
Directed by Bruce McDonald
The recent premiere of The Walking Dead was the highest rated episode of the series so far. In spite of the apparent over-saturation of zombies in contemporary culture, there clearly remains an interest and a fascination with the walking dead. Zombies, as we know them, only date back to the late 1960s when George A. Romero changed in the horror genre forever with his film The Night of the Living Dead. While zombies predate Romero, earlier incarnations were not the undead flesh eating monsters we know today, but a part of voodoo folklore referring to a corpse animated by witchcraft to do its masters bidding. Recent years have seemed another re-invention of the genre, forgoing the element of the ‘living dead’ and playing on fears of another devastating pandemic, zombism became a virus called rage in the ‘28 Days’ series. Another small Canadian film, Pontypool, sought to change our understanding of zombies by changing the means by which the virus is spread. Taking full advantage of the alienation of a winter storm, the film is set at a small radio station in the middle of nowhere. When suddenly people become infected with a strange zombie virus, the isolated group led by Stephen McHattie search for the cause. Innovative, energetic and mysterious, this film will please those burned out with the undead as much as its fanatics.
Hosted by Danny Aubry
Stories by Omar Megahed, Danny Aubry & Alexa Everett
Produced by Tom Matukala
Death in St-Alexis after car crashes into house
by Julia Bryant
A woman is dead after a car crashed into her house in St-Alexis, Quebec on Sunday morning.
According to CBC, her husband was severely injured in the crash.
Three children were sleeping in other rooms of the house and were not injured in the accident.
The driver of the car, a man in his 20s, lost control of the vehicle and crashed into the bedroom of their home.
He is facing charges for dangerous driving causing death, and police are investigating if he was under the influence of alcohol at the time.
Funeral for fallen soldier in Ottawa
by Emeline Vidal
The funeral for Cpl Nathan Cirillo, the Canadian soldier shot Wednesday in Ottawa, will be held on Tuesday.
Cirillo was killed while on sentry duty at the War Memorial. His attacker stormed the main entrance to the Parliament before being shot by security officers.
According to the Star, the service will start at noon at Christ’s Church Cathedral on James St. N. in his hometown, Hamilton, Ontario.
While the service is for guests only, members of the public are invited to pay their respects during the procession James St. N to the cathedral.
The service will also be broadcast via video link.
Two foreign bases close in Afghanistan
by Catlin Spencer
After thirteen years in Afghanistan, British troops and U.S. Marines ended their combat operations and handed over two adjacent bases to the Afghan government.
According to Reuters, the last of the forty thousand military personnel left the American camp Leatherneck and British camp Bastion on Sunday.
Together, the two camps had been the international coalition's regional headquarters for the southwest of Afghanistan in the province of Helmand.
With their departure, the American forces are leaving behind roughly $230 million worth of property and equipment for the Afgan military.
A complete withdrawal of foreign troops by years-end will leave Afghanistan and newly appointed President Ashraf Ghani to deal with the Taliban insurgency practically unaided.
Greetings Film Buffs! CJLO is giving away free passes to an advanced screening of Laggies, the new romantic comedy directed by Lynn Shelton and starring Chloë Grace Moretz, Keira Knightley, and Sam Rockwell. The screening is this Wednesday, October 29th 7:30 PM at the Scotiabank Theatre (977 Sainte-Catherine O.). Email firstname.lastname@example.org with "Laggies" in the subject line, and we'll keep giving away these passes until they're gone. First-come, first-serve, so act fast!
Oh Music Lovers, we didn't forget about you! The Presets are in town this Thursday, October 30th at La Tulipe (4530 Papineau) and Greenland Productions & CJLO 1690AM wants to send you and a friend to catch this awesome Australian electronic-duo with openers Saint Pepsi, Chela, and Franki Chan. Email email@example.com with "Check Yo Ponytail" in the subject line to enter our draw for your chance to win! The doors open at 7 PM, and the show starts at 8 PM.