eside the industrial waves of the mighty

Fraser and alongside the barbwire fences

and railway tracks is a building long

past its prime. Weather-beaten but still
venerable, the musical dormitory is both a rehearsal
space and a hangout spot for My Mother the
Carjacker (MMC).

I joined them as they took shelter from a rainy
night in the late winter of 2013. The trio set up their
equipment for a session in their humble abode—the
sprinkler room. Dan Whittal, Liam Worthington,
Allan Heppner, and a 12-pack of beer got down to
work; nitty-gritty work, hold-all-my-calls-I’ll-be-
here-awhile work.

“We take it really seriously,” said lead singer and
guitarist, Whittal. “But we don’t act serious, and that
makes all the difference.”

Every band has a different dynamic and MMC’s
characteristic is very distinct, since they have one
central understanding: “At the beginning we agreed,
‘Don’t tell anyone they can’t do something,” said
bassist, Worthington. “If they write the part, let
them write the part. If it doesn’t work with the song,
obviously the guy would know anyways.”

TROND

Vancouver's live éntértainment scene is not always
welcoming to newcomers, so MMC embraces the
bumpy ride. It’s all up-and down, resembling their