Story Teller, DJ, Beat Weaver, Writer, and Performance Artist
Cosmic Carnal Wubs; brought to you in part by poetry in Motion Miss AppleCat
"When Applecat is at at the decks, I can expect some delicious deep bass, excellent beats that keep my body moving long after my feet give out, and a delightful vision to watch as she grooves to her musical magic and rides the crowd's energy"
Tempera lives up to your expectations
Especially if your expectations are fluffy clouds. In that case it may even surpass your expectations; then your expectations will start having
expectations of their own which of course Tempera will be able to fulfil as well.
Tempera is a breath of fresh air
It's like being on a frozen mountain top. It's like getting there and not being able to climb back down. It's like having to survive in that hostile
environment for months just by eating insects and drinking tea made out of twigs.
"A Revolution without dancing is not a Revolution worth having"
Story Teller, DJ, Beat Weaver, Writer and Artist.
Miss Mya AKA AppleCat was raised in Vancouver BC and now resides in Victoria. Music since the day she was born was her number one passion, every other endeavour always led back to.
With a diverse musical background she prefers everything from Old School Punk rock to classical era composures, from 90's alternative to 40's jazz, from Indian/Balkan to That deep kind of bass that penetrates you from the back of your eye sockets to deep in your sacrum.
Fusion. She loves her fusion.
Poetry and grace, mixed with live mashup, reworking and mixed tempo sets bending the perception of "genre" and blending sweet melody, dirty deep bass with a little "je ne sais quoi."
To date so far AppleCat has traveled internationally and played various venues/festivals Including: Burning Man, Earth Dance, Entheos, Bushwacked, Victoria Electronic Music Festival, Tall Tree and Bass Camp.
AppleCat has played along side Truth, Seven Lions, PhuturePrimative, Mr. Bill, Bird of Prey, Bluetech, Knowa Knowone, Ill-Esha, The Funk Hunters, Downlink, Love and Light, A Tribe Called Red, Tipper, Adventure Club, JPOD, and Kytami and An-Ten-Nae.
As an annual music, dj culture and arts festival showcasing local, Canadian and global talent in the Electronic Dance Music industry, we aim to bring female talent into the spotlight by exhibiting community activities and performances that showcase the work of local artists and performers engaging with the wider visual arts scene in the Okanagan.
By incorporating activities and engaging patrons in workshops aimed at health and wellness as well as boosting self esteem and encouraging dignity and integrity in the female community, we hope to attract visitors and media interest from outside the region for the cultural, social and economic benefit of the artists and wider community.
We are not now entering a shift, we are enduring it. Having been submerged for sometime now; Breathing it, feeling it and for the most part ignoring it; quite painfully. Power without a container to guide us; exteriorizing in constructive and non constructive ways; ecstatic elation, deep sorrow, erratic anger, soulful pleasure, large bouts of artistic inspiration. All brought forth by our peaking subconscious awareness that something is changing inside of us all. I am shooting philosophy in to the ether of the internet without any purpose or place; other than just gifting my mind; syphoning inspiration from external and internal advisers. Nary a mentor in sight, not for the majority of us, and for what reason? Could it be that no one is up to that caliber, or perhaps we have shied ourselves away from any teaching unconventional; a society without sages, convincing themselves that it’s unnecessary. Like small children, refusing to admit their fatigue after midnight. Ignoring deficiency, will only cause it to fester. There has always been chaos in power, and our power is growing; we are at a standpoint in this world where we can save or destroy ourselves. There is age in my disposition …
There is a fine line between being an outsider and a leader; a revolutionary and a lone wolf. Four years ago I had a mystic tell me that my goal in life was to tear down walls and build bridges. Over the course of time I have noted how spot on she was; this attribute reigns true almost to a fault, an idiosyncrasy if you will. There is a stark Aloneness that can rear it’s head when one chooses to hold his/her thumb in many pies, so to speak. A non comital abundance of respect reverence and close acquaintances. The forlorn alienation is one that could only be understood by another visionary; if not received by a like minded soul; pretension and even arrogance could be assumed. “What are you talking about? Alone? You have people around you all the time!” The quintessential Aquarian mind; a deep love and philanthropy for people as a whole, but dislodging ones self from the vulnerable standpoint of intimacy. Coming off as; sometimes the complete opposite of what they are, or what they meant to portray. My blight is my choice and any lamentation of said ordeals are purely for therapeutic intention. I know myself …
Learning to love yourself is absolutely wonderful and quite well publicized in our era. Love is, yes the most important part of life. To love yourself is to open endless routes of adoration both flowing from you; and to you. A lesser advertised self and social affirmation is “liking”. To tell someone you like them, when in the past you have expressed love; can even be taken as an insult. Or rather a step-down. Although there are many levels of love, lesser and extensive; “Like” is not strictly a stepping stone to love, and should be treated with an equal level of understanding and gratitude. Love is solid; for some they fall in love and stay there easily, for others it takes more tenaciousness and time but they get there. Once true love is felt, like matter there is nothing that can nullify or invalidate it. We are witness to the genesis of something that becomes archaic. We are the guardians of love here to birth, protect and tend to it in it’s evolution. Only time can wash away our love; for lack of people still alive to remember that little integral piece of history existed; even then perhaps …
Writers and artists can grant life; without an ending. Only to those that their passions flare with truth; with a sweltering flame; a breath exhaled by ancient beast; the greatest gift and the most tiresome of burdens. Some I have granted immortality without even the knowledge of my affection; for those few I have willingly adored; openly and free; love takes them beyond their god self; beyond immortality; beyond everything and beyond nothing. The places I hide away my heart; a treasure hunt without a map for reference; only my subtly and proposed or perhaps beseeched intuition to guide towards; each fragmented segment; each obsure pieceof a puzzle with no corners. Fragments I call them; parts that cause too much strain; parts of my heart too exhausting to keep together by my self. Called cold; or heartless in the past; when a dense mass of love has been expected; when my adoration is different; a landscape spanning opulent for miles; a colour unseen; not for lack of spectrum but for lack of willingness ~to see. I am here; geographically placed; Searching for the subtle remembrance of the sound of his heartbeat under my comforter and between my tangled bed sheets. Quiet in …
My first year and second day at Burning Man, by fluke on a solitary walk, I came across Dissølv begining their set at the Opulent Temple. I looked at them in awe, whilst others danced and I watched a DJ, Live PA, Violinist and a guitarist perform live psydub, psybreaks against a pyramid backdrop illuminated by the last of the deserts sun. I sat for at least an hour; engrossed by the magic, magic which was fuelled by the message. Then again; just as the sun rising behind the Temple of Transition that morning had shifted my conciousness and awareness for the first time in my life; the setting sun against a revolutionaries electronic/organic lament further altered my perspective and priorities. The Playa had fused; and birthed, Mya(maya), Fable, AppleCat, and Kayleigh(kali) in to one entity; harmonious and powerful; quiet and unignorable. A route to absolute self. Although I wasn’t aware of the right of passage at that moment. Upon returning to my camp, all attempts to express what had just happened to me fell short, my time and experience was my own to hold; and my words were futile to explain them. In peace I resigned myself to sleep; …