Lori Meeker Reid 
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Re: “Fenom, Modern Feedback, Headrust, Saalythic, Sink the Titanic, Indu, Escape the Paradox, Convalescence, Searching for Reason

The story of when I managed Saalythic:



My daughter used to be their drummer. They were playing backyard cookouts and favored the drum machine. It was originally Sythe, Havoc, and Massicker. Asylum came along right before my daughter answered their craigslist ad in Nov of 2010. It started out pretty rough. We, my husband and I, let them practice in our home, since they didn't have a better practice place and Chaos had a very big drum set.



Within a week or two of getting together, Havoc lined up a gig at a battle of the bands. They sucked shit. The band's synchronicity was bad; they had only known each other 2 weeks. My husband spared no expletives in letting them know they were going to destroy their name right out of the gate if they played the battle sounding like they did.

They got mad.

Then they got better.

Fast.



They pulled it together and won the first round of the battle. (Later I found out it was based solely on ticket sales)

They had put their boot right into the faces of Tucson Metal Fans.



They left their mark.



So it began.



With new show opportunities available to them, having reached their audience, and only one member of the band with a job, I offered to help them out. I did the photography and photo editing for their original Facebook and Reverbnation accounts, all the videos, both filming and editing, until October of 2011, all the web art, all the PR, booked all the gigs, provided practice space, personal advice, mediation, meeting space, and made the poster for the “Tucson Metal Forever” show. I don’t remember when they officially decided to give me the title “manager” but it was within the first 3 months. I even had a friend in another state help rent a van for them to use for a show, instead of using that money on unusually high electric bills. (ya know, electric guitars, bases, mics, amps, lights) This also doesn’t include that I bought soda, tea, PowerAde, snacks, dinner (cooked for them and bought pizza at times), bottled water for shows, etc.

I taught them what “decorum” means and prevented rivalries within the community from turning into feuds.



Meanwhile, my husband, also a musician, was spending his waking hours recording the band’s original demo, mixing it, re-recording, etc. It took THREE WEEKS (3x a week, all day each time) for Asylum to record the “Butchered Bodies” guitar piece because he, to this day, can’t keep tempo.

To prove my point, Havoc finished his bass piece in a sitting.

Friction began when they started to realize how little they knew about playing their own instruments.

The night before the Project Independent show, he stayed up all night mixing and mastering the copy of the demo that was passed out at the show, given to Metal Sanaz and the producer of the entire contest.



Very few bands get the recognition they got, as early in their careers as they did, and it began to create “rock-star” attitudes in an amateur band.



I had networked well enough that I had met someone who could put a copy of that demo on the desk of Glenn Danzig. We knew that there were parts of the demo that weren’t ready for his ears, and had planned to re-record them.



Then, in October of 2011, on Halloween, my favorite holiday, my family was evicted. We had to have the band remove their equipment 2 days before the eviction because we knew we’d lose everything else.



We did.



We were homeless and sitting on the curb with what we could grab before the landlord locked us out, plus three cats and a dog. Sythe and Havoc were the only ones that showed up. Havoc’s family, for whom, over the preceding months, we had been buying groceries, were most generous in allowing us to put our remaining belongings in their back yard, as well as our animals, and let my husband and I sleep on their couch. Within the week, I found an abandoned house, called the property owner, and made arrangements for my husband and I to remodel the home, while trying to find a permanent home, and managing and producing the band.



The band had become distant because we could not offer practice space in the house we were “squatting” in. We barely had an electric skillet to cook on. Havoc’s family was very kind to us during this time, allowing us showers and allowing us to eat with them. We tried to make it fair by giving them our monthly allotment of food stamps, since we didn’t have a way to cook much, didn’t have a refrigerator for the first month, and didn’t have any money. We managed by donating plasma and taking advantage of cash giveaways, and free buffets at the casino, never spending any actual money there, only vouchers.



As of January 2012 I was in regular correspondence with a scout from Roadrunner Records.



I could not attend a show in February 2012 due to obvious stress and personal obligation. That night, Havoc was injured by a ‘friend’. His parents were very stern in letting me know that his welfare was my responsibility. Nevertheless, he chose to go out to dinner without the other band members after their set. He became irate when I asked him why he decided not to go to the hospital, per his parent’s instructions, as well as his own stated agenda. Ten minutes later I received a text from Sythe that I was fired. That it was not a prank and that was the end of the discussion.



I was metal before metal was cool. I was goth before they called it goth.

I chased death down and tackled him, but he evaded my grasp. Again.





We ended up getting about a third of our belongings back through court. These were sold during a yard sale and what didn’t sell was given away or asked to be protected by Saalythic, our second family.



My husband’s and my 16 years together were split between the band members,

some as gifts, others to protect.



I had been working on a 3x9 banner for Saalythic over the two weeks prior. I had put about 70 hours into it and it was a shit-ton better than what they have now.

They still use logos I made.

Why is there a 2nd demo? They refused to publicly credit my husband with recording the first one.



To this very moment I have not been told why this happened the way it did, or why they are willing to walk away from a record contract, over their egos. Even now, Havoc won’t return my personal photo album from when I was in high school because he wants money for an electric bill he pitched in on when they were practicing in my home.



I can’t believe I’m going to have to file court documents over a photo album and my artistic copyright.

This, by the way, is my public notice, so that I am both telling the story of the band that could’ve been

and making sure I abide by the laws in serving them with notice that I will be taking them to court.



I love the Tucson Metal scene – I have been one of the biggest behind-the-scene supporters.

I love the venues and the people who work at them.

I can no longer be part of something that has always been a part of me, and It’s….



brutal.



I know that most people won’t get this far down the page, but if you do, here’s my advice:



Don’t fuck it up.

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Posted by Lori Meeker Reid on 08/28/2012 at 6:45 PM

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