Those little plastic raver beads have blossomed into a crafty subculture of homemade, colorfully beaded masks, armbands, cuffs, bags and other wild accessories....
DJ/producer turned documentary filmmaker Wade Randolph Hampton recalls when a Scott Hardkiss tape inspired the birth of his legendary party crew, CPU101....
The L.A.-based producer, born Dayvid Lundie-Sherman, still produces tracks in his bedroom — but they're getting played on festival main stages worldwide....
Rialto, California, sometime in the early '90s: Steve Vasquez’s sister, Jen, was at her wit’s end. Her brother had barricaded himself once more in his bedroom. The only evidence of life therein were the grating bleeps, boops and repetitive bass beat of techno/acid rave records seeping and pulsing through the......
Who needs Beatport? New and classic rave vinyl is still available at SoCal's last and greatest dance music record shop: Dr. Freecloud's, owned by DJ legend Ron D. Core and his wife, Helen Liang Dedmon. Nowhere else can dance DJs crate-dig to their heart's content, preview records on fully equipped......
Raoul Gonzalez is a pretty mellow, mild-mannered guy. His neighbors in San Pedro see him taking his kids to school in the morning. He schleps the groceries he bought at Ralph’s from the car to the fridge, walks the dog. Few of them know about his late-night DJ alter ego,......
The lights on the DJ mixer glow a warm red and green, a visual representation of the nearly 100,000 watts of sonic power erupting out the other end of the signal chain. The speaker stacks tower higher than many city's building codes allow at Electric Daisy Carnival's Wasteland stage, and......
“Hardcore” was the first rave subgenre. An investigation of early-'90s rave culture would reveal its participants’ insistence on using the word “hardcore” to describe themselves and their music. “Strictly for the hardcore,” “Hardcore you know the score!” and “Hardcore will never die!” screamed off vinyl records and glossy flyers sporting......
I never thought I would be raving at the age of 46. But there I was, Monday morning 5:00 a.m. with over 100,000 revelers at EDC Vegas, doing the “Running Man” dance at 200 beats-per-minute to the sonic onslaught of DJ Angerfist. How did I do it? Bulletproof Coffee and weird......