With heartfelt condolences, I want to pass on the news that Will Munro, who accomplished as much as anyone possibly could as a multi-disciplinary artist/queer activist/community builder/cultural impresario here, died of cancer last night at the age of 35. A vigil is being held as I type this, in Trinity Bellwoods Park.
For those who knew him well, this will be an extraordinary loss; even from afar, his energy and zeal for life put off a radiant glow. It's hard to guess what Munro will be best remembered for -- his tireless promotion of his cultural passions, which, at his monthly Vazaleen nights at the El Mocambo, helped launch the likes of Peaches and The Hidden Cameras; or his multiple standing DJ nights around town; or as the proprietor of The Beaver, a safe haven of welcoming diversity along the increasingly thick-necked West Queen West scene.
Beyond a handful of chance meetings, I didn't know Will, but I'll always remember him as an artist, where his obvious good humour, smarts and passion for life never failed to sparkle its way through a sometimes-dour art scene.
His last show at Paul Petro, just a couple of months ago, was, to use the apt cliche, so him -- not an easy thing to do in the later stages of the brain cancer that claimed his life. Nonetheless, the show, "