Possibly the nicest band in the world appears to have a penchant for woman beaters. The bassist for The Shins, Marty Crandall was arrested on January 4, after allegedly assaulting his girlfriend, Elyse Sewell (from the first series of America’s Next Top Model) in a hotel room in Sacramento, California. He was charged with domestic violence and corporal injury.
The Shins record label, Sub Pop issued this press release about the incident, “Marty Crandall and his ex-girlfriend Elyse Sewell were both arrested over the weekend following an argument at a Sacramento hotel which resulted in hotel staff calling the police.
“They were both taken into police custody and released over the weekend. There will be no further comment at this time and we would appreciate their privacy being respected.”
Now, the thing that makes this rather funny is that Elyse (attention seeker, much?) posted the entire thing on her livejournal, but took it down the next day after her lawyers told her about a little thing called defamation. But, thanks to google, we’ve found the post in full:
worst weekend olympics
Think you had a shitty weekend? Nah. Why not compare it to mine?
1.) On the drive home (home?) from Albuquerque to Portland, my ex-boyfriend got shitfaced and roughed me up in a Sacramento hotel. I escaped from the room through a blitzkrieg of violence and talked to hotel security, who called the fuzz.
2.) Because he had a bite mark, inflicted in self-defense, on his arm, Marty told the police to PRESS CHARGES OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AGAINST ME. Now I am a felon.
3.) I spent the night in jail. Dig the hilarous monetary contents of my wallet as described by the pig who booked me:
4.) Jailors. America’s Next Top Model fans, all. As the warden took pics of my bloody knuckles for evidence (!!!! evidence!), he quipped, ”So there goes that hand modeling job, huh? What’s Tyra going to say about this?” And here is how I was summoned from the holding cell for a strip-search, complete with a thorough plumbing of the boodissy: ”Hey, Supermodel! Git over here!”
4.) A bail bondsman (!!! I have a bail bondsman!) got me out of the hoosegow this morning and took me to a hotel room where I now await my court date. Martin Lesley Crandall is still incarcerated. You can follow his saga by searching for his name on sacsheriff.com (inmate information).
So I’m stuck in Sac-town, alone and lonely, for 4-5 days until court. Court! OMFG.
On the flip side, I’m single and um, ready to mingle. Blind date, anyone?
