Malissa Dunphy

Hi Nikki,

I am so so sorry about Chris. This is an incredible loss and I’m praying for you and your family right now. We had only met once, but I’ve known your brother for years.

He was such an amazing person, guitarist and friend. I’ve attached some of my favourite photos of him from when we first met and will be doing a tribute to him on X92.9 this Sunday on Xposure

I first met him during an Azeda Booth interview I was doing for school. The guys hadn’t seen each other in a while so the interview was scattered as we drove in the van down to their show at Broken City. However, Chris sat calmly in the back seat answering my questions with such composure that contrasted so well with the energy from the others.

Rum milkshakes were always an inside joke between us. He suggested we go out for rum milkshakes after we had met and well… let’s just say they’re not as delicious as they sound.

Another favourite memory I have of him was when I asked “So Chris, what do you do?” his reply “…Women”

Always brings a smile to my face when I think about that.

I didn’t see much of Chris when Women embarked on their lengthy tours, and then continuing on with The Dodos. But he was back in Calgary and I was running into him all over town as if he had never left. Only now he had better stories and new projects to wow us with.

His departure is an incredible loss. He was greatly loved and will be greatly missed.

Lots of love,

Malissa Dunphy

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  1. Rebecca Hanson

    Such a tremendous guy.
    I met Chris in high school, hanging out at a house off of 14th street with a bunch of dudes who loved Mars Volta and Led Zeppelin.
    I never knew him well, but memories of bonfires by the reservoir, watching jams in basements, Listening to Radiohead in a car parked near fish creek watching deer in the snowing street light, and crudely hilarious rides in hulking mind-rape hippie vans came to mind when I heard the news of his passing.
    One of the first interactions we ever had also sifted forth.
    I’d awkwardly tried to make conversation with him by saying that I wondered if Bjork would be the music blasting from teen-age kids hover convertibles in the somewhat conceivable future. He responded quite frankly and said, “That would’t make any sense. Bjork’s contemporary.”.
    We were 17.
    The last time I saw him was by chance downtown two summers ago. He was glowing like I’d never seen, and every word out of his mouth was so incredibly positive and satisfying to be in the presence of; there was such a lightness to his ways.
    He was a brilliantly real being, and a testament to candour.

    Peace and Bliss, Chris.
    You were radical.

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