PeSt is a wharf rat, a shape-shifter whose contorted, distorted view of life can be attributed to such influences as her nomadic origin, death and literature. With tantalizing intensity and searing vocal resonance, PeSt's stage show combines punk, poetry and circus to create a stunning feast of sound and visuals. Rescently "let out" of a free-range, island-shaped asylum, PeSt is bent on rearranging the world by storm!
Born on Mt. Shasta, California, Pest began composing poetry before she
even knew how
to write. This has been attributed to Andromedan interference. Her career as a performer began traveling with her parents
in the band
Killer Bagels who, thanks to their battery/solar powered equipment, played in
many obscure
locations such as the beaches of Oregon and California, the canyons
and deserts
of Arizona and Nevada and afloat off the gulf islands of BC.
PeSt absorbs her experiences and re-emits them as music and poetry.
"I write because I have to…because if I didn't, my brain would clutter
and I would
lose myself in the deep."
After more time on the road and honing her performing skills, Pest made
her debut as
a solo circus, spoken word artist and musician at the Oregon Country
Fair. From
there, she formed punk band Prink Insurgency, who have toured Vancouver
Island and
the Gulf Islands, highlighted by a supporting set for punk legends No
Means No. Since Kow has gone AWOL, PeSt has recorded a solo demo and been featured on TAR (Temporary Autonomous Radio). Keep yer ears peeled for the rebroadcasts on CHUV and CHLY!
Pest has traveled extensively through the Pacific north and
southwest and
across Canada, mainly making her way as a street performer from Portland to New Mexico, Calgary to Montreal. She has frequented The Mission in San Francisco, performing
in small clubs
and eccentric multi-media venues all the way down to LA and through Las
Vegas.
Much of this year has been thick with circus; (with Creme Brulee, Draegon Fire Circus and solo) from the Vancouver Island Music Fest to the Winnepeg Fringe Festival and ArtsWells, PeSt and Anubis have been ushuring unsuspecting souls through the veils of time and space.
As of late, Poetry has taken over her life. This summer she toured the festival circut in BC, and Alberta with Odditory Presence; a bbbBeat-box ppPoetry troup.
They continue to perform together, based out of Victoria, and have rescently collaborated with the Soapbox Poets.
She was sighted naked on stage at Poetry in the Raw, and ate transcendental chocolate torte on ViaRail enroute to Halifax for the Canadian Festival of Spoken Word as an alternate for the Victoria Poetry Slam Team.
When not hibernating on her sailboat on Hornby Island, or hiding away with the light off amidst the multitudes of her sculptured beings, she has been heard tearing down the societal boundaries in downtown Victoria; on public transit, on unicycle and on Broad street.
If all the ferrets in the world united against the tyrany of man, they would become an unstoppable army capable of ravashing the earth in less that three hours ! Is that what you really want? cos thats whats gonna happen!
Hey there Pest. Finally got to the computer center. Hornby pictues are available now. Happy New Year, I'm looking forward to having a rockin' time with you in 2008 Cheers, Lisa MOrr
Check your email. I got some awesome shots. Had a rockin' good time on Hornby with you and The Church! Can't wait till you do another duo. Cheers! Lisa
hey didn't hear from you on the 27th and I'm coming over on the 7 (this weekend) so I can bring the stilt(all 3pairs) over as well on the bus and drop them off at Andrea's. Hope you got my email.
thanks Tempest Grace. You too. Hey there's a photo on facebook of you and us as the murder of crows. I'm expecting yours and Ilana's stilts any day now. There was an 88$ tax added to Shauna's and Andrea's, but they are here now.
I love you. I miss you. I just wanna go walk around with you, sit in the grass, eat pop rocks, drink some pop, and inhale NitrousOxide. (sexy word by the way) I miss you so much sometimes it makes me leave a little inside. I leave more and more the more I hate my life. I am worried. call me.
you always were the poet, did you know from the time we were in grade school you inspired me to write poetry? Not that I am trying to feed your ego or anything, but also you and autumn were my sole inspiration for becoming an artist, I think I still have a couple of the dragons we drew together in the 5th grade! (I just now remembered that! I think Im very reminisy tonight)
