The Shins' keyboardist Martin Crandall was arrested last Friday for allegedly assaulting his girlfriend, America's Next Top Model contestant Elyse Sewell, in a Sacramento, CA hotel. Sewell was also arrested, after Crandall urged the police to "press charges of domestic violence" on her due to a bite mark on his arm. Sewell has since been released, claiming the bite marks were inflicted due to self-defense. Crandall has been charged with domestic assault, a felony, and remains on $25,000 bail.
Most of the information was leaked due to a LiveJournal post by Sewell. Yesterday, however, Sewell took down the post heeding the advice of "commenters" and said "Livejournal readers, I thank you. This blog is something I do for fun, but yesterday your comments really did help me through a shitty situation. I was so grateful for the love."
Here's Sewell's original post:
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.
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 (click on "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?
ETA: Breakfast in jail is served at 4:00am. Meat-stuffed croissant. And, you should already know what a "kite" is if you've been studying your 50 Cent lyrics. But "toilet talk"? That was a new one for me. Apparently, if you bail all the water out of the toilet, you can use the pipes to talk to inmates on different floors. And, girl, you can tell who do it 'cause they got like a big rash or whatever on they face from puttin' it down in the toilet and shit. Damn.
Crandall's court date is tomorrow, January 8.
