Dear Friends,

Having worked for three years at CHIEF, I am now stepping away to pursue other projects.

After founding ChiefMag.com in 2006, I partnered with Ed Zipco and together we worked tirelessly to generate unique content for ChiefMag.com, release stellar music from bands like Ninjasonik on Chief Records, as well as build and operate the raucous Brooklyn venue Bodega.

It’s been a wild ride.

Working side-by-side with Ed Zipco for all these years has been invaluable. I’ve said it before and it remains to be true: I wouldn’t have done it with anyone else. You’re a fuckin’ mad scientist. And I love you, brother.

I have so many truly unforgettable memories from these last years… like the time we had Maggie Lee’s birthday party on the Dobbin rooftop and 600 people showed up. Or the time Tommy the Naked Man stopped by the office and left a stain on one of our chairs. Ninjasonik’s album release party at the Music Hall, the mud wrestling party, our anniversary auction at 3rd Ward, last year’s loading dock rooftop jam on Roebling, the home-made Sparks experiment, all those late night drinking/brainstorming sessions…

Needless to say, the activities of CHIEF have required the hard work and dedication of dozens of individuals, all of whom donated their time and energy. I’d like to thank everyone I worked with to grow CHIEF over the years. Most sincerely, thank you. You are family.

Since the ChiefMag.com server crashed,we have had to re-upload our archived content. Some of the ChiefMag interviews are back online and more will be added each week. Please visit http://www.ChiefMag.com/archives.html

Additionally, Ed Zipco has just launched a beta version of SuperChief.tv And it’s fantastic. I support it 100% and will continue to read it every day. http://www.SuperChief.tv

And get ready, Chief Records will release the “Art School Girls” LP by Ninjasonik early 2010.

Working to develop CHIEF has been my most challenging and rewarding experience thus far. I am excited to take what I’ve learned through CHIEF and apply it to future collaborations.

See you in the streets!
Andy P. Smith

Andrew.Palmer.Smith@gmail.com
http://www.APSmith.net

http://www.ChiefCreative.com

Hell hath no fury . . .

A jilted lover repeatedly stabbed her cheating beau with a pencil in their Murray Hill apartment, police sources said yesterday.

[The woman], 37, went wild after discovering that her 49-year-old live-in lover was cheating on her and e-mailing naked pictures of her to his pals, sources said.

She confronted him in their East 39th Street apartment at 9 a.m. Monday and stabbed him with the pencil, choked him and ripped his shirt, sources said.

She was arrested on assault charges, a DA spokeswoman said.

Getting you your news FIRST.

This is MTV NEWS.

BOOOOOOM! (and you goddamn right they fuck fans.)

The faces of these Canadian officials were redder than a cooked lobster.

Authorities in Halifax established a hot line for out-of-work lobstermen. But two digits were reversed and callers were connected to a sex line instead.

One applicant for an aid package was told, “Hey there, hot stuff. I’ve been waiting for your call.”

But I like to kiss girls!

FINALLY.

a new monthly party:

deathwish ††††††††††††††††††††

36mafia†††the cure
gucci mane†††christian death
tupac†††death in june
dipset†††bauhaus
aaliyah†††cocteau twins
total†††nick cave
lil kim†††siouxsi and the banshees
camron†††new order
biggie†††alien sex fiend
project pat†††skeletal family
foxy brown†††soft cell
and more.

october 28th
10pm
beauty bar bushwick

dj venus
dj cunty (house of la dosha)
rev mcfly at the bar

I’ll be there, WASTED. (after game 1, ya know what i mean you know what i mean you know what i mean?)

Cube’s made it outta the mean basement and into the wide river. All the ghetto rage has been drained from his blood and pumped into his should be dimpled cheeks. My man is rockin that orange life vest like a puffy coat meets chain cuz its high collared and he don’t give a fuck- no room for ice, no worries. Fish may get crazy if you rock too much gold. This is rapper retirement heaven in action which is grand and all but it sort of looks like a lobotomy or castration. Now that it’s gone, there’s nothing to worry about.

Cookies are also a quick fix that will rot your teeth. This recipe produces the world’s most amazing cookie. The secret to melt in mouth goodness is refrigerating the batter, which is what they forget to tell you on the back of the chocolate chips

Chocolate Chip Cookies with Toasted Almonds
Makes 24 Cookies
1/2 cup whole natural almonds, toasted (See below)
10 TBS unsalted butter, softened
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup firmly packed light brown sugar
1/2 tsp pure vanilla extract
1 large egg
1 2/3 cups AP flour
3/4 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt
8 oz. best-quality semisweet (58%) chocolate, coarsely chopped into 1/4- to 1/2-inch chunks
Before you start
Position a rack in the center of your oven. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Line two cookie sheets with parchment paper.

(1) Roughly chop the almonds into large pieces.

(2) In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, cream together the butter, granulated sugar, brown sugar, and vanilla until fluffy, about 3 minutes. Add the egg and beat for another minute.

(3) In a separate bowl, whisk together the flour, baking soda, and salt.

(4) With the mixer on low speed, add the flour mixture in three batches, mixing until no flour is visible after each addition. Scrape down the sides of the bowl.

(5) Remove the bowl from the mixer. Stir in the almonds and chocolate. Refrigerate the dough until firm, about 1 hour. (If you’re really impatient or hungry, spread out the dough on a tray or cookie sheet, lay a sheet of plastic wrap flush against the surface of the dough, and freeze so it chills up fast.)

(6) Once the dough has chilled, turn it out onto a clean work surface and divide it in half. Roll each half into a log about 12 inches long. Refrigerate the logs for at least 30 minutes before slicing. (At this point, you can wrap the logs tightly in plastic wrap and then aluminum foil and freeze for up to 1 month.)

(7) Cut the logs into 1-inch slices, and place them about 1 1/2 inches apart on each cookie sheet. Bake for 13 to 14 minutes, or until the centers no longer have a glossy look of raw dough. They should be chewy, so do not overbake.

Here’s how to cook up some meth-and-phet-a-mean, in case you were wondering. There’s nothing like a good experiment, specially if it gets you stoned

“Nazi Methamphetamine” Tabletop Recipe:
Standard Equipment Needed (5 Grams):
7.5 Grams Iodine Prill or Iodine Crystals Ephedrine or Pseudoephedrine….1665 Pills produces 5 Pure Grams Sodium Hydroxide…………………1 Pint Red Devil Lye 3.5 Grams Red-Phosphorus……5000 Matchbook’s 250ml Glass Flask…………………2 20oz Plastic Jug’s…………………2 Coffee Filters……………………….6 Electric Coffee Cup Warmer….1 6’’ or longer Rubber Hoses……3 Plastic Gallon Jug’s……

(1)Collect red phosphorous from the striking pads of matchbooks. Scraping it off with a razor blade is a simple collection process.

(2)When all of the phosphorous falls off the paper, remove the paper, filter the acetone/red phosphorous through two coffee filters, rinse with distilled water, and let dry.

(3)Mix up a solution of 20% sodium hydroxide. That is 20% grams of sodium hydroxide in 100 ml of distilled water.

(4)Place the dry red phosphorous in a beaker or flask of choice and add the hydroxide solution to it.

(5)Heat this mixture on low heat for a few hours, and then filter through two coffee filters again. When dry, rinse with hot distilled water a few times and let dry. This will produce a more pure powder that will fire off a push/pull reaction.

To convert 2% iodine tinctures, the following are used: 500 ml 2% iodine tincture 125 ml muramic acid (hardware store strength) 235 ml hydrogen peroxide (3% topical solution) 862 ml distilled water To convert 7% iodine tinctures, the following are used: 1 pint of 7% tincture 3 pints of 3% peroxide 2 oz. of muriatic acid ‘/a cup of distilled water.

(6)Pour the tincture in a one-gallon milk jug, add the muriatic acid, and mix it all together well. Let this mixture sit for half an hour. Now add the 3% hydrogen peroxide, with thorough mixing, and let it sit for another half an hour.

(7)Next, add the distilled water and shake vigorously until your arms tire, then let it sit for another half an hour. There should be an orange layer on top of a dark grey layer. The grey layer is what you want. The grey layer is iodine crystals that have crashed out of solution.

(8)Pour off the orange layer, add more fresh distilled water to them, and shake again.

(9) Let it sit for a few minutes, and then pour off the orange solution again. Repeat this process three times, and after the third time, pour the contents through two coffee filters. Now one must wring dry the crystals in the coffee filters.

(10)Wring dry, put them in another stack of coffee filters, and wring them out again. Keep doing this until one gets a nice solid dry ball of crystals.
That’s it!

** One should have nice iodine crystals that will work in the reaction. Store the crystals in a dark-colored jar or bottle. Warning: When making one’s own crystals from tinctures, wear eye protection and chemical resistant gloves. Remember that iodine is poisonous, so be safe, and work outdoors.

EYEHATEGOD Boat Show 2009 from William on Vimeo.

The show took place aboard The Temptress, Rocks Off’s flagship vessel. It’s a large, multi-decked three story boat with bars and plenty of hiding places.

The craft could more accurately have been called a dope boat, considering the mass public drug use that was obviously taking place on board. After leaving port it became a slightly frightening reality that me and all these crazy fucked-up metal heads were stuck here together, no matter what.

Fights did break out, mostly as a result of drunken machismo. The bouncers (only black guys there), seemed disturbed and confused by the display of the misanthropic southern aesthetic. They appeared to be doing their best to avoid violence, but also somewhat coaxed into it by the highly aggressive riffs.

With tickets at a $40 price tag, people seemed to be getting their money’s worth. It was one of the most energetic hardcore crowds I’ve seen in a long time, consisting of mainly adults at that.

Seeing those bands on a boat was the most epic show-related experience of the year without a doubt. We passed the Statue of Liberty, Ground Zero and a wedding boat which looked really confused when everyone heard Eyehategod.

In the end nobody got arrested or thrown off the boat, not even the 300 pound man who beat up a skinny kid with a Crass patch. I said goodbye to the West Side at 41st street and got on the train home, only to spend the next 35 minutes watching the fight video in super slow motion.

Ah, October. CMJ stands for College Media Journal, but it also stands for a time when certain groups of music-lovers and goers get their panties in a twist and freak out like its the prom, homecoming, and the week they got pubes all rolled into one. “Oh my god, you going to CMJ?! ackackackackacckckkkkkk!” Is common parlance at this time, but really I think it’s over-rated. I seriously enjoy going to concerts, going to see new bands, and I like me some free stuff to make me feel marginally important, but really it’s just overkill in one week while wearing a lanyard like a latchkey kid. Anyhoozles, this week also coincided with me getting the worst sickness of all time, but I did get to see some interesting stuff when I wasn’t laying in bed in a Nyquil-enduced fever dream. Music and booze bring people together! let’s check it out!

Tuesday launched the ‘official festival’ and at Cake Shop was the Subbacultcha CMJ Showcase, which from what I pieced together (context clues!) is a wee Dutch-based magazine. Featured there were Blondes, a Brooklyn-based duo of young gentlemen playing what can be described as basement stoner electronica, filling the entire basement with slow beats felt in the kidneys, building upon layers of sound. Next up was Hospital Bombers, a Dutch group that seemed more obsessed with their monitors than getting thru an actual song. Also bothersome was they had an unecessary high-octave fiddling member of their band, distracting and would be better-served belting out some song during an episode of One Tree Hill than at Cake Shop–hurray for basketball and feelings! Following up was Best Coast, an LA-based Low Fi Surf Rock Do-Wop duo. Although they had no drummer, they pulled a system d and played drum beats of a minidisc player while the two crooned on to ditties about life, love lost and the beach, which was toe-tapping, but also made me miss summer already. Dammit!

Thursday brought the DFA records showcase at Brooklyn Bowl. The same people who brought you all that hard bass synth deliciousness like LCD Soundsystem and Hot Chip had duo Yacht performing at the new-ish venue which is a gigantic wooden dance floor framed by a bar and lanes. Initially like a junior high dance with everyone against the wall, after some self-descruction in the form of very large well whiskey shots, my purse was in the center of a semicircle of girls I hardly knew-aw yeah! Yacht came up around midnight to some serious fist-punching dance rhythms, jumping around and getting the audience in a tizzy, which was true to form, true to sound, and pretty damn good, with or without the Powers and pints of lager.

Oh praise thee, Almighty free booze music party! Although the rains were plentiful, the roads high and rife with debris and drunks with broken heels lost on the wayside, Jelly NYC housed all thee at Root Studios, a new multpurpose spot. Free entry! Free Magic Hat and Svedka Vodka drinks! Featured was Neon Indian, that dreamy man behind several samplers put together a band to back him for his CMJ coming-out, and got the crowd going with tunes from his new album, Psychic Chasms. Closing out the night was the Almighty Defenders, part Black Lips, part King Kahn+BBQ, and all parts crazed do-wop gospel. Although I was in the line to the single-stall bathroom, swatting away insurgents trying to go in threes, directing them to scuttle to the broken stall, I sir, was witness to the light, while they careened through messy three-part harmony ditties all clad in vestments of choir robes. T’was  that good ol’ howling rock that warrants belting and swaying and sweating and glorious bad behavior. That’s what we came for, ain’t it?

Everyone likes Ghostface Killah. Thugs, dust-heads, skaters, hipsters, hype beasts, suburbanites and straight up dorks are attracted to the charm of the wallabee champ. So it was no surprise to see a huge collection of these wrapped around the corner of 19th street waiting to see the man himself for a free show at Hiro Ballroom. Stumbling around the corner, I was worried I was going to be the only person not rocking dunks, Supreme, a fitted hat, black hoody or any combination there of.

Luckily, I ran into the runts, homies in the cut pounding beers looking like the “I don’t give a fuck” scumbags that they are, except of course Dakota who has to look fly at all times. [Editor's Note: Dakota looks like a goddamn 45 year old man in this photo.]

After a few beers and acting a little reckless, I began to notice the mentality of most of the people waiting in line. Being a little wobbly, I bumped into a dude in front of me and he turned and said, “Yo son, chill the fuck out” all aggro like he got robbed for 30 bucks in Teaneck, New Jersey.

Shortly after that I casually ask another in line for a hit of weed and got the reply, “You see us smoking bro?” with the same heir of toughguyness. Eventually I found some weed to smoke but goddam those douchebags who can potentially blow my high.

Inside was the same bullshit. I got frisked by some brolic ass black dude, played by some ghetto bitches and was very mindful not to step on any jerface’s shoe. The show didn’t start, it was packed and I was very skeptical.

Ghost came out and played rockers for the first half hour. “Ice Cream,” “Verbal Intercourse” (with Nas’s part), “Be Easy” , “Nutmeg” all that good shit. I was in awe to say the least, bobbing my head and moving about in my little bit of space. With a little bit of drunken courage, I attempted to go on stage but quickly got strong armed by a couple of Puerto Rican chicks with their boyfriends behind them, ready to kick my ass. I got very tired of the monotonous standing around and $7 beers very shortly after that.

Hip Hop shows suck. Imagine if a rap show was like a punk show with people singing along and jumping around everywhere. Not only would that alleviate the bullshit thug mentality at shows it’d be way more fun and I feel a dude like Tony Starks would be so into it- for he is truly the Jimmy Gestapo of rap. Smoke a blunt and go crazy to Apollo Kids. In a perfect world, my-bitch. Fuck that show, bounced, did some coke, pissed some people off and got kicked out of this chick’s house.

Incidentally, I saw Ghostface on the streets of Philly a couple days later and was so high/star-struck that I couldn’t even approach him so I bounced back to this block party where I could actually dance my fuckin ass off and not give a shit.

Ghost, I love you but completely turned off on seeing you or any other rapper live; I’m down to kick it and drink some beers but I don’t know , sorry bruh.

-Suga Slim

A brutal attack left a man hospitalized and missing a large chunk of his ear, sources said.

[The man], 46, had been arguing with an acquaintance on Manton Street in Briarwood shortly before 2 p.m. Sept. 17 when he allegedly threw an empty can at the man.

The [other] man stepped closer to confront him, and Rhodes punched him several times in the face, knocking him to the ground, the sources said.

He then pounced on the man and took a bite of his ear, tearing part of it off, according to court papers.

I’LL SEE YOU THERE, I’LL BE THE WELL DRESSED MAN WITH DRUGS IN HIS POCKET.

test me.

-Zipper

There may be some bands, but because it’s punk art, we won’t know until the very last minute! With Halloween falling on a Saturday, I’m sure you’ll be ready to re-emerge from your bedrooms to look at her stuff before she’s famous.

New work by,
Tamara Waite-Santibanez

Cafe Orwell
247 Varet St (Morgan L-Train)

November 1, 2009
Open 7-10 PM

Check out some samples of her work: [1] [2] [3] [4]