The Mole
Disco, jazz, hip hop, funk—all is fair game when it comes time for The Mole to pull either inspiration or wax for his house-heavy DJ sets and live presentations. Decades in, the Vancouver native still gets the jitters before a performance, which speaks a lot to his ethos. For a guy for whom a record bag is so much more than the sum of its parts, every gig is a big deal. And if you’ve ever had the chance to catch him in action—be it DJing or jumping between his MPC and a sole turntable—, you’d agree.
Low-key and loved by many, the rambling capitán of Maybe Tomorrow boasts a steadfast commitment to keeping it groovy above all. “And weird!” A normally elusive creature, The Mole can be found most at home behind a DJ booth during the wee smoky hours in the midst of long, drawn-out sets. The more time for injecting a bit of Marvin Gaye here, some Mercedes Sosa there, the better. Known for his love of sonic collage and musical noodling, he boasts a long and colourful list of releases—for labels like Perlon, Ostgut Ton, Slices of Life, Haunt, Musique Risquée, New Kanada, Internasjonal and longtime home Wagon Repair.
A relentless digger with an utter disregard for the structural capabilities of his living room floor, Colin is on a constant one-man mission to keep the record store industry afloat. This means, in his case, approaching music with the kind of open-mindedness and humility necessary for not only acquiring, but learning. Which might be what makes him an ideal band mate to his friends in Modern Deep Left Quartet and Units & Measurements. “That—or the fart jokes.”
It’s this refreshing humility and a genuine love for music that make The Mole, an artist with a career spanning over 20 years, an easy one to recognise at a party. He’s the guy with an ear-to-ear grin on his face, wondering why in the world he’s getting paid for having so much fun.
