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Depending on whom you ask, the recent closing of Ballistic Communications was either a ho-hum business decision or a colossal ball-of-flames catastrophe, with the countless break-ins, assaults and alarm calls the result of living "in an urban area" or of blatant mismanagement. Either way, Ballistic, a company specializing in CD duplication, booklet and poster printing, and rehearsal-space rental, has shut its doors at 1600 Kingshighway, leaving behind a line of creditors, musicians and former employees banging on locked doors or, apparently more often, entering in the night to secure what belongs to them.
Were this confusion and chaos simply the product of a music company's turning sour, Ballistic's closing would just be one case among many. Aging musicians often turn to the business side of music, only to realize that playing a bass and running a business are two different things. This is what Jeff Chance did after a stint with a band called Dogs of War. When the group failed to succeed, he started Ballistic as a cassette-duplication company in the mid-'90s, then branched into CDs and, observing a lack of decent practice spaces in the city for local bands, sectioned off the basement of the Kingshighway building to fill the need. He leased another part of the space to a recording studio, and soon enough, Ballistic was a sort of half-assed little empire. It ended up as a kind of one-stop where bands could practice, lug their equipment upstairs into a recording studio and then travel down the hall to order CDs and get booklets printed. Ballistic also dealt heavily with the rap community. The venture was unique in the city.
But, according to both Chance and several former employees, Ballistic had become a dangerous place to do business. In the past two months, says Chance, "Jeremiah, one of the engineers, got shot. And then they came in the next week and there was a break-in, and $20,000 worth of equipment was stolen. And then suddenly half my staff goes, "Listen, it's not safe to be here,' and left. And when they left, I sat down with my accountant and my lawyer and said, "Listen, half my staff just walked out, saying they don't feel safe to be in the building because we constantly have the police coming in.'" The murdered producer, Jeremiah Eldridge, the president of rap label Showmo Records, was shot outside his Berkeley home on Sept. 30. Although there is no suggestion of a connection between the murder and Ballistic, the fear among the employees was real: Police reports list countless calls to the Ballistic address in the past month, including at least two burglaries, two disturbances, a larceny and an auto theft. So at the end of his lease, Chance shut down at the end of October, saying he would reopen in the county. But when he shut down, he didn't move out the way most businesses move out, by packing and loading up gear. He seems to have simply walked out.
According to former employees, this isn't surprising. Ballistic was generally a chaotic place. Employees say Chance seldom filled out the necessary paperwork and discouraged them from filing proper tax returns. Says one, "He kept saying he was going to get everything legal, pay taxes and get health benefits, and he just kept promising it and never delivering it. And he kept promising clients stuff that he knew they weren't going get on time." Adds another, "It was even more elaborate than that, because a lot of them wanted to apply for loans, for credit and things like that, and Jeff told them specifically, "No, I'm not going to give you a 1099. No, you can't report the income.' It fucked up a lot of people, so people who wanted to do things legitimately couldn't, because they couldn't on paper do it." Says one, "I saw the writing on the wall. I knew that Ballistic was the Titanic, and I knew that the iceberg that was just going to rip a hole in the hull was inevitably getting closer and closer. I'm a smart guy, and I was, like, "Geez, I've got to jump off this boat before it goes down.'