Strangers With Cande

How sweet rave promoters B3Cande are

Photo by Jeanne RiceFor a trio of Huntington Beach beach bums, the boys of B3Cande wield considerable power. Brett Ballou, Brian Alper and Brock Anderson don't rig election results or put men on the moon, but they do something few others can do: they're among a select club of five or so promotion companies with the mad skills to put on massive mega-raves in Southern California.

After several months of hard work, they predict that 35,000 people—that's more than the population of San Juan Capistrano—will schlep out to the Lake Perris Fairgrounds in Riverside County this weekend for How Sweet It Is, an all-night dance highlighted by the pulsing beats of such star DJs as Christopher Lawrence, Donald Glaude and Doc Martin. The stages will look like real-life versions of B3Cande's glossy promotional fliers—sort of Hawaiian tourist brochures as designed by JRR Tolkien. The main stage will resemble an enchanted forest with its real trees, bushes and flowers. Massive white circus tents will cover three other stages, giving shelter to seemingly all of the trance, drum-and-bass and tech house music in the Western Hemisphere.

Stage dťcor aside, possibly the greatest thing about mega-raves is economic: mainstream concert-promotion conglomerates who get rich by charging you gazillions for a lousy concert can't copy the track record of scrappy indie men like those who make up B3Cande.

"The people who are going to make it are the ones who are doing it for the right reason—for the music," Alper says. He asserts that every mainstream promoter's effort to make a quick buck off the rave scene has absolutely flopped—take the 1997 Spin Magazine-sponsored Electronic Highway tour, a huge commercial disappointment.

However, when the B3Cande wizards wave their magic glow-stick wands with How Sweet It Is, they still won't be able to avoid the big question currently facing rave culture: Are these massively-attended mega-raves bringing the scene to new heights, or driving a sharp stake through the heart of what made raves interesting in the first place?

Brock Phillips, a Mean Street columnist and one of the few writers who dares to criticize the overly protective, insular culture, believes the corporate sponsorships and big budgets involved in throwing mega-raves ultimately make the scene about as appetizing as a Mad Cowburger. "Granted, attention that the scene has gotten from the news media and law enforcement have forced many promoters to go legit and take their events mainstream, but where's the creativity, the DIY ethic, the focus on community that the entire rave movement was built upon?" he asks.

The mega-raves are the best way to grow the scene, argues Pasquale Rotella, who has put on some of SoCal's biggest raves (he was involved with Together As One and last September's Nocturnal Wonderland). Mega-raves "build momentum. A big event draws in new people who will wind up going to smaller, more intimate parties."

B3Cande attempts to keep the best of the big and small raves at their events, which cost more than $500,000 to produce. Alper says they cut out such extracurricular crap usually found at mega-raves—including carnival rides and fire jugglers—so they can focus purely on the music. They also claim rave's initial mantra as their guiding ethic. "We organize these dance events to unify everyone in our community . . . to spread our good vibes," B3Cande says in their mission statement. Not exactly a conspiracy to spread foot-and-mouth disease. Unless you're the meanest punk rocker in the world, it's hard to argue against peace and a good beat. But it's a good beat operating in a gray area. Even concert watchers like industry magazine Pollstar know that the success of mega-raves pack a poison pill. "Part of the attraction of raves is their underground vibe. I think at some point, if they get too big, they're going to lose that," says Pollstareditor Gary Bongiovanni.

Police and civic leaders in most cases would like raves to get lost altogether. Just last week, the federal Drug Enforcement Agency announced they will attempt to prosecute one Florida and two Louisiana rave promoters—with threats of 20 years in prison and $500,000 fines—as part of a strategy to curb the use of Ecstacy, a laughably unconstitutional move akin to holding Michael Eisner personally responsible for every hockey fight in the Arrowhead Pond. Authorities across the Southland have also wised up to the sometimes shady workings of a small number of rave promoters and the presence—both real and imagined—of Ecstacy and other mood-altering drugs at rave events during the early '90s, helping to give the culture a bad reputation (which is the main reason why it's still almost impossible to stage massive raves anywhere locally, other than the farthest reaches of Riverside or San Bernardino counties; the B3Cande producers, however, avoid those hassles by working closely with cities and local law enforcement).

Back in those heady days of the early '90s, the B3Cande boys were just becoming addicted to house music. "We were going out Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights," Ballou says. "Our heads were always in the speakers. Those parties were life-changing experiences, and we never wanted them to stop."

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