“There was like sort of a line where junkies weren’t cool,” he added. “Generally, there was this sort of peer-pressure thing that the heroin was definitely not okay. Junkies were bad, but all other sort of drugs were okay, but that wasn’t.” Brustad would later die of an apparent drug overdose in 1996. He was thirty-one years old.2
Regardless of his opposition to heroin, Layne was developing a growing appetite and tolerance for drug use, enough that his bandmates were becoming alarmed. During one night out in Seattle, Layne and Pollock—“fueled by mushrooms”—were walking around, and there was talk about the movie A Clockwork Orange. “We went out being decadent, breaking shit, that kind of thing. We ran—Layne got caught,” Pollock said. Layne decided to give the police officer, a woman, some attitude. According to the account he heard from Layne later, “He was a smart-ass to her, and she sicced the dog on him and it chewed up his legs. We came by him a little bit later in the evening. The cops had him in the back of a car at 7-Eleven. We just saw him kind of like look up and nod at us. I believe his hands were still handcuffed behind his back.” Someone eventually got Layne out of jail.
On another occasion, Nick Pollock drove to Layne’s parents’ home to pick him up for band practice. He was driving across the 520 bridge when he noticed Layne’s eyes were extremely dilated. “His eyes were just totally crazy, but he had this really calm look on his face.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Pollock asked.
“I took some acid.”
“How much?”
“A sheet.”
“The man had a constitution for drugs,” Pollock would later recall. “He could ingest so much stuff, and it just didn’t mess him up. We went out one night with a bottle of tequila somehow he got a hold of. I remember imbibing enough of it to get me pretty wasted. But he drank all the rest of it.” Pollock estimated Layne drank more than half of the bottle by himself. “I always remember that the guy just could do a lot. He could drink a lot, he could do a lot of drugs, and it didn’t seem to slow him down too much.”
On another occasion, Layne brought Pollock into a room at the Music Bank. His motives for doing so were unknown to Pollock until they actually did it: they freebased cocaine.
Pollock was shaken because he enjoyed it so much that it scared him. “I walked away from that and said, ‘I will never, ever do that again,’ because it felt way too good,” Pollock said. “I remember feeling like I was standing at the opening of an abyss, and then I turned around and walked away.” Layne and Pollock talked about it after, and both agreed they would never do it again. Pollock doesn’t know if Layne did it again.
Layne’s drug use got to the point where Pollock, Bergstrom, and Bacolas organized a band meeting at the Music Bank to confront him at some point in 1987, not long before their band broke up. “I think he [was] doing more and more and more of it, and then we started to notice, band-wise, like, ‘This is freaking us out,’ because we’re worried for our friend. We had something of an intervention with him. There were tears involved,” Pollock said.
“I’ll take care of it. It’ll get better. I’ll stop doing it,” Layne told them.
Bergstrom had a similar recollection. “I remember at one point during the Music Bank days, he did, I think, start doing a little bit of cocaine. I remember us having a band meeting about it because we didn’t know and he wasn’t singing as well, and then we found out. I remember us scheduling a band meeting and sitting down with him and all of us talking about it. I remember Layne crying and saying, ‘I’m not going to do that anymore.’”
Asked if he agreed with Pollock’s description of this meeting as an intervention, Bergstrom said, “In its own innocent way, it was. Absolutely.”
“We’re probably seventeen- or eighteen-year-old kids at that time. It was like, ‘Dude, we love you, man. We don’t want to see you get involved with that and ruin your life, affecting your great talent.’ I remember it hitting home with Layne.” Their intervention consisted of a private band meeting between the four of them—there were no family members or counselors involved. That wouldn’t happen until a few years later.
On May 1, 1987, Alice ’N Chains was the opening act on a three-band bill at the Tacoma Little Theatre.3 “This next song is a little creepy,” Layne said while introducing “Glamorous Girls.” “There’s actually a little story. We used to be kinda tacky, me and Johnny here especially—we used to be kind of tacky. We had this fetish of, like, being with girls and taking their clothes, you know? And keeping them, and wearing them. Just like some strange obsession, you know? We wrote this song, ‘Glamorous Girls,’ and this is what it’s about.”
Before the band started the song, someone in the audience could clearly be heard yelling, “Fuck you, Layne!”
“You know who that was? That’s the guy whose face looks like the moon,” Layne responded, to roars of laughter from the audience. “You should really, seriously think about investing in Stridex, you know, not just buying some for yourself.”
The most important thing about that show had nothing to do with anything the band said or did during the performance. Rather, the unforeseen and ultimately life-altering consequence of that show was one of the people in the audience watching: a twenty-one-year-old guitarist from Spanaway named Jerry Cantrell, who immediately knew he wanted to be in a band with Layne.4
Jerry’s father, Jerry Cantrell, Sr., was a soldier who served three years in Vietnam; his mother, Gloria Jean Krumpos, raised Jerry and his two siblings by herself for several years.5
“One of the first memories I have was my dad coming back from Vietnam in his uniform when I was three years old,” Jerry told Rolling Stone. “And my mom telling me he was my dad.”6 After the war, Jerry’s father was assigned to various U.S. military bases. His parents divorced when he was seven. Jerry moved around, having lived in Texas, Pennsylvania, and Washington. Jerry developed an interest in music at an early age. Shortly after learning to write, he was given a copy of Dr. Seuss’s My Book About Me. He filled in the sentence “When I grow up I want to be a…” with two words: “rock star.”7
Around 1980, the fourteen-year-old Jerry was inspired to learn guitar by listening to Elton John’s Caribou and Captain Fantastic albums. Jerry and his friends would play along to Def Leppard, though they didn’t have any instruments. “We played on milk cans and buckets and stuff, and I had this guitar that played through a stereo,” Jerry told Rockline. “We didn’t have instruments, so we made our own, and we’re trying to play like On Through the Night.”8
Jerry eventually moved back with his mother, who was living in Spanaway, a few miles outside Tacoma. The family lived through difficult times, during which they were on welfare and food stamps. Jerry was jamming with friends and acting in high school plays. He also engaged in typical adolescent antics—egging cars and smashing mailboxes with baseball bats. When he was seventeen, he was arrested by police officers for trying to get oral sex in a park. What worried him most was that his grandmother might find out from her police scanner, which she would listen to every day, telling him every time one of his friends got busted. Fortunately for him, the scanner malfunctioned that night, so she never heard anything.9