Alice in Chains: The Untold Story

Steve Alley, a graphic artist who had designed logos and flyers for several local bands including Alice in Chains, was in the band’s room partying with Mike. “He heard a commotion coming from the hallway, leaned out, comes back in and shuts the door, and says, ‘It’s the cops, man! It’s the feds!’ I’m like, ‘Yeah, right. Bullshit. Whatever,’” Alley recalled. “So I lean myself out the door just to prove him wrong, and sure enough there’s a dude running down the hallway with a blue jacket on and a German shepherd.” Alley closed and locked the door, and he and Mike hurriedly finished the cocaine they had in the room before police came to their door. When they came in, they were rounded up and put in a line in the hallway with musicians from other bands, with their hands against the wall. Alley saw Layne walking up the hallway—“not detained”—with two officers following him. “He was holding court and they were laughing about something,” Alley said. Layne walked up to the crowd standing in the hallway, looked around, and said, “Hey—where the fuck’s Geraldo?” This was presumably a reference to Geraldo Rivera, possibly to his infamous The Mystery of Al Capone’s Vaults special. However, Alley noted, “He had a string of shows where he was ‘embedded with the police,’ but all of the episodes were pretty hyperdramatic and cheesy.”

The band had plans the following day to record another demo to send out to record companies. All of their gear was packed up and ready to go when, in Jerry’s words, “The Seattle SWAT team comes down and takes over the whole place! It turns out the party scene that was the Music Bank—we’d been living next door to a fucking forest of pot. I can’t remember how many times we’d been like, ‘Man, we need some weed,’ and it’s right through the wall.” At the time, the police had a lockdown on everything in the building, including the band’s gear. Jerry spent the next several hours trying to convince the police that there were no drugs there and pleading with them to not confiscate the band’s gear the night before the recording session.

While Jerry was working his charm offensive, Layne, Mike, and Sean got into Steve Alley’s car—a 1974 Ford Mustang II—and drove to a nearby 7-Eleven. Layne walked into the store and ran out a few minutes later carrying two cases of beer. He dove headfirst through the window and into the passenger-side front seat and, with his legs still sticking out, yelled, “Floor it!” They returned to the Music Bank, where they handed out beers to people standing outside waiting to get back in.

As the night progressed and the officers hit it off with the band, Alice in Chains was the only band allowed to remove their gear, after the police had thoroughly inspected it to make sure there was nothing in it. The band members stacked everything outside the front door, and ultimately had to sleep under the stars, some of them sleeping on top of their cases “so nobody would steal it,” others “in Layne Staley’s old VW Dasher which hadn’t moved for years.” Jerry called Ken Deans, who went to the Music Bank with a van the next morning to pick them up and get all their gear for the recording sessions.10

Eventually, everyone at the Music Bank at the time of the raid was allowed to leave the building, but Ballenger, Vernon, and Barry Oswald—the other employee on duty that night—had to stay in the office in the company of two police officers. Vernon recalls sitting around the office with Oswald and the two officers watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail. A young police officer gave them money to go out and buy sandwiches and a six-pack of beer for himself and his colleague.11

As for what the police were looking for, and eventually found, Ballenger said, “Further down, the warehouse was a big, huge, long complex. And there was a solid wall between us and the rest of the complex, and that’s where the big pot-growing operation was. [It was] unbeknownst to me and everybody that they had extended the lease and started [this] operation.

“They were getting all the electricity from their supply room, which was on the Music Bank side. I had a key to it, and surprisingly that key would be missing all the time off that ring, because Bengt or Gabriel came through every three months, ‘Oh, we’re gonna fix this or that, Dave. You’re gonna get cheaper water now,’ or something like that. I’d be, ‘Oh, okay.’”

It is worth noting that, although police questioned David Ballenger and Scott Hunt, in the hundreds of pages of police and court records there is no evidence or allegation that any of the employees or bands at the Music Bank had knowledge of or involvement in the marijuana operation. Ballenger told the Seattle Post-Intelligencer, “This is a clean place. I keep it clean … No one likes this kind of thing going on in the neighborhood.”12