The following artists, along with many others, have performed
at our events:
John
“00” Fleming, Infected Mushroom, Eskimo, Astral
Projection, Krafty Kuts, Noisia, Wizzy Noise, Ooah, Mat The
Alien, Talamasca, Frankie Bones, Mark EG, Cosmosis, Evol Intent,
Black Sun Empire, Uberzone, Tech Itch, Adam F, Tipper, Scott
Stubbs, Treavor Moontribe, Intergalactic Fairie Funk, MossyRock,
Kode IV, Alex Tolstey, Maxx, Christopher Robin, Gaspard, Pied
Piper Paul, Hardware, Shout Out Out Out Out, Deko-Ze, Sons
Of Aurora, Luke Morrison, Small Town DJs, Wassabi Collective,
Chris Organix, Kristoff, David Stone, Erin Eden, Lucidream,
Blue Quarter, Jay Michael, Nystagmus, Neighbour, Dusty Grooves,
DJ Kev, and Ronin.
Past
Events
Voodoo 2007
(Atop the ski jump, Canada Olympic Park, Calgary)
Motion Notion 2007
(Drayton Valley, AB)
Voodoo Halloween Gala 2006
(Amsterdam Rhino, Calgary)
Motion Notion 2006
(Evansburg, AB)
Beats by the Bow
(Near Cochrane, AB)
Motion Notion 2005
(Evansburg, AB)
Voodoo Halloween Gala, 2005
(Calgary Tower)
Sonic Playground 5
(Macleod Golf Dome and Pub, Calgary)
Once there
was a village where there lived a gardener. The gardener loved
the village and wanted to create something unique for it,
something which would benefit it in a special way. So one
year he decided to spend all his waking moments on raising
a particularly beautiful flowering bush. The bush, when it
was ready, was indeed a sight to see. As the gardener had
hoped, people came from around the village and from far away
places to gaze at the bush, staying beside it day and night.
It did not fail to create harmony in those who were near it,
such was the charm of its exquisite colour and scent, and
the hum of insects amid its branches. People went away refreshed
and invigorated after experiencing the aura of the bush.
But trouble
lay not far away. Within the glorious flowers of the bush
lived a wasp. Most of the visitors knew about the wasp and
the hurt it could inflict, even to the point of death for
those who were allergic. So the people staying by the shrub
chose to watch out for the wasp and to live calmly there so
that their peaceful spirits would encourage the wasp to stay
harmlessly where it was. A small, more foolhardy group of
visitors, though, might decide to play games with the wasp,
assuming that they would not be stung.
In the village,
word of the bush had spread to a group of officials who were
hired for the common good. They, too, appreciated the idea
that people would gain from seeing such a beautiful thing.
That is, until they realised that the bush contained the wasp.
Suddenly, the wasp became the focus of all their thoughts.
"Since we are hired to carry out the common good, we
must protect these peaceful people from the wasp", they
reasoned. And so, they sent a delegation to the gardener.
The gardener welcomed the officials innocently, at first.
He knew that, in accordance with the harmony that the bush
promoted, it was important and helpful to discuss such innovations
with those in authority. Since they believed that it was impossible
for the gardener to get rid of the wasp, because the bush
and all its insects were one, the officials did not mention
their true concern. Instead, they spoke of numbers of people
and location of the bush and many rules of safety, hoping
to prevent a wasp attack with their control or by sending
all the people away.
The gardener
was dismayed. Could these officials not see that the people
who chose to come and spend a night under the spell of the
bush had their own way of handling the presence of the wasp?
Could they not see that this bush was a work of art that certain
people found great solace in? Could they not see that the
gardener had taken great pains to provide the visitors with
every form of security possible? For the gardener, knowing
the bush's importance to many hundreds of people, and the
possible effects of having such numbers of people in one place,
especially with the one wasp nearby, had arranged all that
was necessary to provide for and protect the visitors, according
to all the rules of the village.
The officials
were perplexed. No such thing had ever happened in the village
before. Their duty, to protect the majority of citizens, felt
compromised. How could they ensure that the wasp would not
attack? What would the rest of the world say, if the wasp
attacked and somebody died? Who was this gardener who seemed
to trust that the visitors, with the help he had provided,
would handle their own situation? Was this gardener, in fact,
out to defy the officials? And so, the officials began to
plot against the gardener.
It was not
difficult to find excuses for calling the gardener a dangerous
citizen. Had he not shown peculiar behaviour in spending an
entire year preparing for the flowering of the bush? When
the officials began to press the gardener to send the people
away, had he not resisted? Although the gardener followed
all the rules of the land and spoke with respect to the officials,
had he not shown deviousness in changing the way he told certain
people about the bush, so that flower lovers could continue
to come and admire the bush? The officials decided that something
had to be done. The bush had to go.
And so it
was, that the gardener's pride and joy, the source of inspiration
and peace for hundreds, something new and wonderful in that
land, something that was a fledgling version of future gorgeous
works of art, was cut down. It took very little time. The
officials who cut it down wore full bee-suits in order not
to be stung by the wasp. They felt that they had a duty and
that it was a true danger that they had rid the village of.
The gardener
and the people who loved the bush went into mourning. Some
of them were angry. All of them were deprived of one of the
most important experiences of their lives.
The wasp,
when it sensed that its flowering shrub had been taken away,
flew out. It flew about the village a little, but soon returned
to where it had come from in the first place, the local tavern.
There it reunited with the wasp colony, flourished and continued
to be the focus of the officials' concern. Only this time,
because the tavern was a known thing, they did not tear it
down.
