Year 1 – In the Beginning…

After more than eighteen hours of 30 mg Adderol fueled driving in a Uhaul holding my entire life, I arrived in Brooklyn. That move from Florida was three years ago as of Monday. I know this because the anniversary is celebrated on the same day as the West Indian American Parade (and Labor Day Weekend, but that’s boring).

Beyond exhausted and out of pills, Matt and I get off the highway and immediately hit traffic. Close to Atlantic Avenue there was a series of roadblocks. We would later realize that the blockades had been set up so all vehicles could get into the immediate area but with only a few, scattered exits. Each block grew increasingly busier. We crawled down smoke-filled streets, squeaking by double parked cars and packs of children on scooters. Eventually we parked at the local Western Beef to try and get our bearings. I asked a cop how to get onto Flatbush Ave from where we were. He sneered at my blatant New York rookie-ness and said we wouldn’t be able to get on our street until much later that night. Feeling defeated, we ended up buying a couple packs of Modelo and going to a friend of a friend’s party. We partied with some uber-pretentious Nor-Easterners on a rooftop paid for by trust funds and monthly allowances. I spent my first night in New York on Matt’s girlfriend’s couch in an unreasonably cold apartment in Manhattan.

Year 2 – The White Knight

Since that first encounter I had become well adjusted to my new surroundings. Save for a few racist crack heads and EVERYONE crossing the street because of my 80 lb pit bull. I didn’t mind much though; I had a job waiting tables at a local Mexican restaurant and found my new role as the minority to be more inviting then anything else. Now that I had the lay of the proverbial land, I was excited to be a part of that year’s festivities. I had no idea how chaotic and vicious the following day’s events would be.

The pictures and video were taken at the night before the parade during J’Ouvert. This pre party has turned into a free-for-all for ages 16-30 to be loud, rude and violent. Stabbings and shootings have become commonplace this time of year. Seconds after I put my camera down, a group of kids started punching and stabbing another guy (as if you and 6 other dick ticklers attacking one dude makes you a bad ass). Later that night – sweating profusely, unable to sleep from the heat – I remember the parade coming back down my street drums and horns a-blazing. At 4AM on a Monday I found myself naked, in the front window of my apartment screaming at no one in particular. Over that weekend there were three reported shootings and five victims connected to the parade. Police confiscated 14 illegal firearms during that year’s J’Ouvert.

Here is my video of the crowds at J’Ouvret right before some dude got stabbed.

Year 3 – The End?

I couldn’t sleep at all on Sunday night (early Monday morning). I laid in bed contemplating smoking another bowl or getting an egg and cheese sandwich from the bodega. It’s called ‘First World Purgatory’ and it’s a regular occurrence for me during these hot nights. I live in Bushwick now, far from the Caribbean Circus that is Flatbush Ave and the surrounding area. Around 3am I saw a report that two people had been shot and two others stabbed at this year’s parade. As I made my rewrites to this article, I found out another person had been shot and killed. I wonder how much longer Brooklyn can afford to hold an event that comes with a body count? Either way the West Indian American Pride Parade is an intimate part of my time in New York, for better or worse.

 

I like girls that like girls that like cats.

GOOSEBUMPS “SCARED TO SEE A DOCTOR” RECORD RELEASE SHOW AT 538 JOHNSON (FULL SETS FROM GOOSEBUMPS, AJAX, MERCENARY, LIBYANS, AND LA MISMA)

Like an episode of Jerry Springer, but with more fireworks.

FIGHT CLUB: THE BEST OF FRIDAY NIGHT THROWDOWN

Following the news of Throwdown’s return at SXSW this year with a Texas vs. NYC event, it seems only appropriate to take a look back at the history of Friday Night Throwdown, and the coverage we’ve had of it here on Superchief over the years. For the uninitiated; Friday Night Throwdown wasn’t just NYC’s best underground boxing event, it was NYC’s best underground party.

TEXAS VS. NYC: THROWDOWN RETURNS AT SXSW THIS YEAR

The organization that brought Ford models, Marines and Bloods together for New York’s best underground party is bringing their business to Austin, and bringing with them a Texas vs. NYC event…and Superchief will be covering the whole thing, from start to finish.

THIS APRIL: SUPERCHIEF GALLERY NYC PRESENTS JOHN FELIX ARNOLD III’S “EXCORRIGIA | THE SCOURGE”

From the world of UNSTOPPABLE TOMORROW, Superchief Gallery NYC returns this spring with John Felix Arnold III’s EXCORRIGIA | THE SCOURGE, an exhibition of new works in painting, drawing, mixed media, installation, and sound. The exhibition will run from April 3 through April 13, and there will be an opening reception on Thursday, April 3 from 6-10pm at CultureFix on 9 Clinton Street.

HIGH ON HUNGER: JANE CHARDIET

“High on Hunger” is Jane Chardiet’s new zine, featuring personal essay, photography and interviews with 12 artists, including some of our favorites, about their 2013 and their artistic goals in the new year, along with photographs of each licking fire. It’s good stuff, so I asked Jane about her 2013, because turnabout’s fair play and that’s how the game works.

12 O’ CLOCK BOYS (BALTIMORE STREETBIKE REALNESS)

Whatever your city is doing, what the homies out in B-More are doing is 10x as crazy. 12 O’ Clock Boys is one of the hardest movies we’ve seen in a long time, hands down, exploring a city and a culture that just doesn’t give a fuck (and featuring Baltimore himies like Schwarz on the soundtrack) the film gets more done in it’s 75 minutes than most documentaries do in twice that.

TAPE BAG #1: I HAVEN’T GOTTEN OFF MY COUCH IN DAYS.

Talking shit on random tapes cuz I wanna. Round one: Mongrel, Skinny Puppy, Madonna, Gowanus Mutant Kommandos, Temple of the Dog and MORE.

R.I.P RICKY LUANDA OF CHAIN GANG

Ricky Luanda of the experimental NYC punk band Chain Gang, one of the coolest bands ever, passed away earlier this week from esophogeal cancer. Watch 10 minutes of the bands’ rare, legendary, batshit crazy 1980′s film “MONDO MANHATTAN” right here.

ALWAYS KEEP THE CAMERA RUNNING: MAKS SUSKI’S VIDEOS OF THE NYC MUSIC SCENE

Maks Suski has been hard at work documenting live music in NYC on video for the last 4 years; we asked him to compile a list of some of his favorite videos that he’s shot, a list that includes Japanther, Action Bronson, Death Grips, Culo, Crystal Castles, Limp Wrist, Black Pus and more.

THERE IS A TINY LEG A QUARTER OF AN INCH BELOW YOUR TENTH RIB.

“Although Tiny Leg’s sound owes much of it’s inspiration to the Oakland glucose and thumbtrack scenes of the mid-nineties, and has been called by HotFridge magazine ‘a thumbcore homage to the sound of Velvet Curtis and Taco’ and ‘a slick-stale, neo-juicy, post-hipster alchemy, somewhere in between gluke-wave and puke-base’ by PeckerwoodsToday, those sentences are too journalistic and not souague enough, if one may permit my french.”

DAWN OF HUMANS, HANK WOOD & THE HAMMERHEADS, AND PHARMAKON PLAYED PS1 SATURDAY NIGHT (FULL SETS)

PUNK NOT ART NOISE NOT MUSIC ACK ACK ACK ACK

TOD SEELIE’S “BRIGHT NIGHTS” BOOK RELEASE & PHOTO SHOW AT SUPERCHIEF GALLERY AT CULTUREFIX (VIDEO)

Tod Seelie’s book release and photo show at Superchief Gallery at CultureFix was a celebration of the last 15 years of New York’s underground, for sure; but it also kept an eye on the future.

FUCKED UP CLOSED OUT 285 KENT’S LAST SHOW (FULL SET)

285 Kent finished it’s run last Sunday night; check out full video of Fucked Up’s headlining set right here.

SUPERCHIEF GALLERY AT MIAMI ART BASEL 2013: WILL SMITH CAN SUCK IT.

Superchief Gallery’s showing at Select Fair 2013 is even bigger, better and more batshit crazy than our 2012 showing was – check out photos here, and for homies in Miami, we’ll be at the Catalina Hotel all this week!

STACY KRANITZ’S SKATOPIA (50+ Photos From a Burnout’s Paradise)

Photographer Stacy Kranitz recently journeyed to Skatopia, a famed 88 acre skate park/commune in Ohio which was founded in 1995, documented in the 2010 film of the same name, and once described by writer Kevin Duffel as “a demented mess that meets halfway between an anarchistic Mad Maxian Thunderdome and a utopian skateboard society.” Goddamn if it isn’t one of the best things we’ve ever seen.