Hey Now, I’m an All Star: Confessions of a Shrek Rave DJ

Life on the road with a cartoon themed party turned meme.

by Aurora Zboch (DJ Symphette)

It’s a fairytale come to life. The kind that starts in a swamp and somehow ends on a sold-out dance floor. In my first year as a DJ, I’m granted packed rooms in cities I’ve never even set foot in. After a few DMs with the Shrek Rave organizer, I find myself suddenly booked to perform the weirdest, wildest, and most gloriously unhinged DJ sets across the country.

In 2022, Shrek Rave memes propagated on social media. One video recap has 780,000 likes, and #ShrekRave has more than 50 million views on TikTok. Every major city in the US has got its own Shrek Rave. Late last year, it also began touring Canada. By springtime, up to six events were happening across North America every weekend. 

What is Shrek Rave? It’s a raunchy comedy-fantasy costume party based on the 2001 CGI fairytale film and its sequels. Here, we turn the swamp into a mosh pit; remixes of “All Star” by Smash Mouth play twice every hour; and inflatable gingerbread men krump in the centre of dance circles, battling masked donkeys. Did I mention the Fairy Godmothers singing karaoke into their wands during “Holding Out for a Hero”? 

Just like ogres and onions, there’s layers to this shit. Folks munching on the famed veggie is a regular occurrence. In Edmonton, one of the Three Blind Mice rolls an onion on stage. I slowly lift it in the air, to the crowd’s delight. Instinct takes over, and I lower it towards my mouth and take a bite. The room cheers even louder. I let it roll down the stage. Minutes later, we spot a man in the front row picking the forbidden fruit off the stage. He promptly takes a bite in the same spot my teeth sunk into. Is this what it’s like to be a celebrity? The onion’s original owner eventually finds it, and looks confused to see a chunk missing. 

I now appreciate the glamour and struggles that touring acts experience. Sleeping on airport benches, sleeping on floors, sleeping in cars, sleeping in tubs. Underslept and hungover, I have a silent panic attack during the five hour flight between two back-to-back nights, from Kitchener to Edmonton. I nap it off in the defunct jacuzzi at our hotel next to the venue, Union Hall. Then I go on to play my best set to date. 

The rave’s strategy is to release the lineup after it sells out, and proves again and again that the concept alone is enough to draw a crowd. As a baby DJ, I, as Symphette, am blessed to have found mentors and tourmates to do shows with, especially of this reputation. Dressed as Puss in Boots, I make the night my own with house, techno, and early 2000s dance classics, plus an original edit of “Fairy Godmother’s Song” with Chedda Da Connect’s hit “Flicka Da Wrist.” Seeing a crowd of this calibre wave their imaginary wands during the hook felt powerful. 

For other DJs on the bill who have made a name for themselves online in vaporwave and future funk, this was a moment to flex as a party DJ after 10 years in the game. In Toronto, a dude in a chef’s outfit pulls out a copy of Shrek 2 for GameBoy and asks one of the DJs to sign it. Shrek Rave DJs are the most energetic DJs, blending pop hits with the beloved Shrek soundtrack. 

This type of show is what you make of it. It’s a costume party that makes for highly memeworthy content. The audience, costumes, and shenanigans are replicated, but evolve city to city. The Three Blind Mice doing the limbo under a cane. A girl dressed as the Big Bad Wolf in a bonnet and nightgown hands me a physical copy of Pork Illustrated. One raver loops a kandi bracelet onto my wrist with beads spelling out “ALL STAR.” 

After running the shows for over a year, organizer Ka5sh has noticed trends. A specific kind of bro will dress like the Three Blind Mice, and it’s always the hottest people who show up as Lord Farquaad. “Every Lord Farquaad is sexy as hell,” he says. “People are communicating with each other and making the memes stronger.”

Backstage at Toronto’s Opera House, the organizers confirm what everyone already knows, “This is a living, breathing thing. You can come to this one, and if we come back again, it’s going to be different. But you’re still going to have the same level of fun each time,” Ka5sh says.

No two swamps are perfectly alike. The college town of Kitchener had some of the best costumes. Edmonton looks flat but knows how to turn up HARD. Ottawa calls it a night early at 11 p.m., which is when the party is usually just getting started – but that means from the start the energy is high. Toronto had two sold-out nights, and nothing compares to a hometown show with some of my favourite locals and showing my friends how far I’ve come. Calgary’s enormous dancefloor is crazy – that’s where I got to sign my first autograph next to a tally tracking how many times their favourite track played.  

 

 

Sharing a love of music and humour is all it takes to build a friendship in my books, and after introducing myself musically I loved talking one-on-one with new people between sets. I celebrate the dancers we pull from the crowd who are grateful for a moment to shine on stage with us. I cherish moments like that time when a girl told me, “Never stop DJing.”

The highs are enormous, and so are the lows after an adrenaline-fuelled weekend. Life still happens in between. But to know this is only the start for me, and that I’ve won the respect of peers, is the best feeling. 

Check out when Shrek Rave is coming to a city near you at Modo Live.

Aurora Zboch aka DJ Symphette has been a regular on the Shrek Rave tour and will be coming soon to a city near you.

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