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Mac Demarco filmed porn in front of minors (and me)

from Standard Criteria (original link)

TRIGGER WARNING: This account includes mention of Drugs, Nudity, Pornography, Minor Involvement, Crude Language, and Violence.

On a misty summer night, I found myself in the circle of Mac & Co. due to being in the right (wrong) place at the right (wrong) time. After viewing his show – I was a volunteer and free festival shows are a nice perk; I wouldn’t’have gone if I had to pay $$$ – at the Ottawa Bluesfest, Mac invited the crowd to a local cafe to view his friends Viet Cong play. I decided to walk up to the venue, caught the show, shit talked the drummer for their dumb name and their audacity to play in the heart of Chinatown, got some pics and chatted with the crowd/Mac Demarco and company. During the post show glow, I was offered a cold beer out of a garbage bag which I nursed over the course of the night. While still outside of the cafe, I watched Mac give an interview to a local journalist as I talked to his good friend, Trevor, about being from Nova Scotia. After the interview we all went to the back alley of the cafe. This location would be this first of three times that Trevor whipped his dick out without warning those around him; thankfully, everyone present at the time were of age.

Eventually, we all piled into the car of a dude who stuck to Mac like a fly on shit. I met the fly earlier at Mac’s show, as soon as he saw a way to Mac, he took it. Sadly, that way was unknowingly me. Before the dreaded house party, we tried to go to a local club (which was buried in its own local controversy this year) called House of Targ. We were denied due to having open containers. At this point it was well past midnight, the car was so full that two people were in the trunk (one puked in there before getting to Targ), and I was seriously questioning what I got myself into. Over the course of the night, I had a lot of genuine conversations with these White people from Montreal. I learned the difficulty of being a touring musician while being in a relationship, I learned the 24/7 party lifestyle is a grueling one, but most importantly I learned just how far some will go for a momentary laugh.

I handled the GPS on the way to the party. We got lost, oops! After 20 minutes of driving in circles we finally made it to the party. Shit, no beer. These kids were around the age of 16, this was BYOB. It was quite late when we arrived, most who were there were staying for a chance to chill with Mac, this was their glory. Their hero was in the midst and having a swimmingly good time. I talked in high-pitched voices with Mac for most of the night. Later, I found some kids to smoke a j with & Mac and the fly came out for a cig. Eventually #thecrew moved to the backyard where I finally finished my beer. The can was promptly turned into an ashtray, how resourceful. We all shot the shit – enjoying one another’s company, quasi-secluded from the party. I tried some girl’s bourbon&orange, asked if it was watered down. Mac tried it, coughed, said nope.

Like a burst of drunken light, Trevor came outside; semi-erect dick in hand, joyously wagging it around while stating that it’s not as small as it was earlier. We got him in the house where he somehow found an uncut watermelon. Trevor started to cut it up and offers the naturally salted chunks to the oblivious party-goers. I searched the house frantically in order to retrieve the melon wedges from the poor children. To this day, I do not know how successful I was in that feat. While I was saving these kids from God knows what, Mac and Trevor disappeared. After a few minutes, they ascended from upstairs with Trevor in nothing but a red Speedo and proceeded to the couch. Mac got out his old school camera, Trevor plops down. There is now a crescent moon of people watching, no one knew what the fuck was going on. Mac gleefully began to film as Trevor masturbated.

The crowd had very audible, mixed emotions, most of which were negative. Eventually one party-goer came over, got Trevor in a headlock, and dragged him out of the house. Trevor tried to come in and apologize, but I blocked him and talked him out of approaching the kid for about 5 minutes. Soon Mac shouts that the party’s over and we head out. I got in the car with the fly, half of Mac’s band, Trevor, and a friend of his who I had a cool report with. A girl drove the rest of them back to the hotel. I said my goodbyes to those I drove with. Trevor hugged me while thanking me for saving his life. The fly drove me home before the other carload got to the hotel, so I never heard Mac’s side of the event. Though, his perspective doesn’t justify the fact that pornography was filmed in front non-consenting minors and some young adults. Mac Demarco betrayed the trust of his young fans and removed pieces of their innocence that night.



This past July marked the one year anniversary of the night that is forever embossed onto my mind’s eye. It has taken me until this moment to come to terms with the reality of what happened. At first, I was in awe that I spent almost an entire day with a fellow gap-toothed artist and his seemingly rad friends; prior to this I had only volunteered at venues and other festivals, never spending more than a few minutes with “the talent”. I thought that night was one of the best nights of my life, then I found a pinch of sanity. I occasionally think about the kids I met then – I wonder how they processed the events, if they think back to it as much as I do. If they still view it in a positive light. I was 19 at the time, the age bridge between the kids and #thecrew. Some of Mac’s friends did mention how “fucked up” it was, but no one dove any deeper than that. But, I will. I will dive head first into this sea of fuckery and fanatics. And that, my friends, was my night with Mac Demarco.

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