#1989 demri

[littlequeenies]

In that 1989 Demri pic with Layne and friends on the lake, are there other Alice in Chains members there? Are Jerry or Mike in the photo? I think Fabiola is there and Krisha (Jerry's girlfriend at the time) said she was there. I think I don't see Sean, but I wonder if the lad next to Layne, or the one in front of Dem (holding the bongo) is Jerry. Thank you.

Hi there!

So we are not very familiar with the Alice in Chains members (beside Layne) so we're going to reply as best as we can.

This is the photo (posted on facebook by Fabiola long time ago):

(source)

Krisha Augerot, who was dating Jerry on and off, she said: "I was dating Jerry off and on, and hanging out with Demri. We’d all go to the beach every day during that summer at Magnuson Park ... It was a very free, loving time. In the liner notes [of Above], he said something about, ‘I’ll always remember that summer’... That really fresh, youthful time that we all had before it was all about drugs. He mentioned a few names in there – I think he mentions my name, Demri, and another girl named Fabiola, ... I know that meant a lot to him – that whole time period."

And Fabiola said: "Remembering that summer of ‘89 when we were young and innocent, and free. Layne, Demri and I walking through the long grasses on the trails of Magnuson Park, heading to meet up with El Steiner, Freedom James, Krisha, Jerry, Betzold, Dmitri and others. Demri carrying her conga drum with a scarf wrapped around it, me a bottle and a stick. Layne’s hair half in dreads and curls with his goatee braided and one of my beads dangling on the end of it. He’s wearing ripped up jean shorts and Dem and I in our bikinis. His and Demri’s chests bare and golden from the sun, sparkles in our eyes and smiles, lots of smiles. We were going to worship, have a drum circle with our friends on the shores of Lake Washington and swim in it’s waters on a hot summer day"

(Thank you to Memories of Demri for the quotes, full memories on her insta or our original post)

So according to both women, Jerry was there, but there are also many other names on the list as Fabiola says...

These are Krisha (left, unknown date) and Fabiola (right, 1993) with Demri:

I honestly cannot see them on the photo. I tought Fabiola was the one in red in the bottom, but she says she was wearing a bikini...

And this is Alice in Chains in 1989 (source) (L-R Sean Kinney, Mike Starr, Layne and Jerry), and Jerry in 1993 with sunglasses and a ponytail (source)

So yeah, the guy next to Layne with the sunglasses might could be Jerry but somehow we don't know... Jerry said he and Layne had matching tattoos because they had a very strong bond (he took care of the cat Sadie when Layne passed away) but I don't know when they got them...

According to both Krisha and Fabiola they did this the whole summer, so maybe that day they weren't there (the photo was taken by Anna Hrnjak) but maybe Jerry and even the other AIC members were there on another occasion.

As said, we are not very familiar with AIC, but there are many tumblr blogs here that are, so hopefully someone can help with that!

I know we have some photos of Demri with the whole band or with Sean, but it would be great to see her hanging with the other band members!

[modelartist-demri]

I know this blog is for Demri's career, but I'd like to know something about her personal life. What was her relatioship with the other AIC members? And their girlfriends? Do you know? Thank you very much, you have a lovely blog here, very underrated, I hope more people find it and share it, as sadly today Demri is more remembered bc her Layne/AIC connexion or drugs than for her own careers.

I actually don't know, there's very few photos of Demri with AIC members or their girlfriends.

This is the only photo of her with the band (plus girlfriends that no one seems to recognize, from the 1991 MTV Awards). They look all in friendly terms:

She was touring with the band when they were opening for Van Halen. She stopped doing that when it became "an issue" (so I've read, I suppose it means drugs).

There's some photos of Demri with Sean Kinney (aka the funny drummer), from 1990 and 1991:

And one with Mike Starr, from 1991 as well... shared by fan Mike Anderchek @anderchekmike:

She was also close to his sister Melinda (in 1988 by Randy Houser):

No photos with Jerry, aka "The Riff Lord" (who was the closest to Layne, like matching tattoos, lived together before AIC signed in, etc), but with one of his girlfriends at a time (he dated multiple women, saying he doesn't believe in monogamy), Krisha Augerot. They actually worked together, so maybe Krisha met Jerry through Demri?

Krisha (and Jerry, but not in this photo) would join Demri and Layne with Fabiola and other friends for drumming circles at Magnuson Park. This is from 1989 (all the info here...):

Demri also joined AIC in 1992 when took regufee at theJoshua Tree park flying over the LA riots after the murder of Rodney King by the police. I've just seen pics of Demri and Layne,no other band members or their couples.

I don't know anything about Mike Inez, he replaced Mike Starr in 1993, but I don't think she was close to him...

It would be interesting to know more about her friendship with the band and the other girlfriends. I'm pretty sure when they were touring together the women had so fun visiting all these cool places and cheering backstage or, in Demri's case, front row!

[jarofalicesgrunge]

"I found out my mom befriended Demri while in rehab. Just thought that was pretty wild. She was in Sundown in Yakima sometime around 1992. I was about 1 year old. She recently told me she made friends with Layne Staley’s girlfriend during their stays there, and that she was very sweet and just a Beautiful, Cool person during their brief time they knew each other.”

~ Corey

📸: Krista Kay; Seattle, Washington, 1989.

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[timeaftertime-chriscornellfanfic]

Chapter 36 - She Lives In All The Things That I’ve Known

Discovery Park Seattle Washington, July 20 1990

(Andi is 20, Chris is 26)

ANDI: "Come on babe this is stupid," Chris whines as he tries to peak through the blindfold, " I already know where we are,"

"Ok Mr. 'know it all' where are we then? -And hey! no peaking," I say as I lead him through the grass.

"We... um... we are outside," He says with a smirk.

"No shit Sherlock," Jeff chortles and Chris frowns looking in the direction of Jeff's voice as I laugh.

"Would you just tell me where we are?" Chris says as he stumbles a little because he still can't see through the blindfold.

"We're almost there," I giggle as I continue to lead him down a small hill with Jeff behind us.  A few steps later we finally reach sand and I turn back to face Chris, still holding his hand while Jeff runs ahead towards the fire.

"Ok, stop," I say when I place my hand on his chest, feeling him flex through his plain black t-shirt. "You can look,"

He reaches up and lifts the blindfold just a little to peak at me and smirks, then takes the blindfold off completely flipping his long curls that had fallen across his eyes.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!" Everyone shouts from the fire pit.

"What the-?" Chris laughs when he sees everyone. "Did you do this?"

"I had a little help from Susan," I say as Susan walks up to us.

"Hey girl," She says sweetly to me when she places her hand on my shoulder.

"Hi," I turn and smile at her as she embraces me in a hug.

"Don't worry, Stone had the same reaction when he showed up too," Susan says when she pulls away from me and Chris chuckles.

"Happy Birthday Chris," Susan smiles, and lifts herself up to place a quick kiss on Chris's cheek.

"Thank you," Chris says shyly.

"C'mon," I say to Chris as I pull on his arm and he just gives me that shy smirk as we head towards the fire pit.

*****

Sitting around the campfire, the entire gang of us laughing, drinking sometimes even singing while the glowing flames from the fire crackle and roar, I sit on a blanket in front of Chris sipping my beer while he is firmly planted on one of the logs that some of the boys brought over to sit on.

"Fuck, man you didn't have to get me anything," Chris says as Kim passes him over a box with a ribbon wrapped around and an envelope with Chris's name scribbled across the front.

"Of course I did, it's your fucking born day alright?" Kim says and takes a sip of his beer.

"Dude -"

"Just open it," Kim says and Chris laughs. He takes the box from Kim setting it on his lap while I watch and sip my beer.

Chris flashes me a raised eyebrow and then slowly opens up the box first. Kim glances at me and I suppress a smile because I know exactly what is in that box.

"Holy shit, no fucking way," Chris smiles as he pulls out an original copy of The Beatles Sgt. Peppers album that was actually signed by Paul McCartney." Babe, look" Chris smiles and had it over to me. I take it from him and look it over. Kim had only just told me about it and it was really fucking cool to see it in person.

"Sorry it's not John or anything but - "

"Oh my god, no...! this is amazing," Chris smiles and gives Kim a hug. "Thank you,"

"You're welcome. I know it's not quite what Andi got you but -" Kim starts but I glare at him and shake my head to try and signal that I haven't given Chris my gift yet. "- um wait no... what am I thinking - ?" Kim chuckles as he tries to cover up that he let it slip. Chris pulls away and looks back and forth between us both.

"What? Wait... what'd ya get me?" Chris asks me.

"Ok... well... ok, give me a sec," I say and hand him back the record. He takes it from me and I rise from the blanket, take one last sip of my beer as I adjust my leather jacket, I lean down to him and give him a quick kiss on his lips and make my way around Layne, who was laughing with his girlfriend Demri Perrott on his lap, then head away from the circle, to the red '86 Chevy van - the one that we use to tour in now and for such camping trips like this - and slide open the large door to retrieve Chris's gift. I honestly didn't exactly know how to wrap it so, I just wrapped a red ribbon around it and tied it with a bow.  

Once I have it, I slide the door shut and try to figure out a way to carry it back to the fire without him seeing what it was. Once I'm able to hold it behind me I walk back to the fire.

"Babe?" Chris smiles at me confused as I reach the blanket and stand in front of him while everyone else continues on with each other. I carefully bring it around and hold it out for him and instantly those blue eyes of his light up with wonderment.

"Holy shit," Chris says. It was a 1989 jet black Duo Jet Gretsch with a solid white pick guard - a re-issue of the 1955 model.

"I thought maybe you would like one of your own," I say as he takes it from me still wide eyed.

"Baby...?" He trails off just staring at the guitar he held in his hands. I then sit down beside him where Kim once sat - he seemed to be off somewhere, probably drinking a six pack with Jerry behind the van or something - and I swing my leg over so that I was facing Chris.

"How did you...? I mean where did - how...?" Chris attempts to speak still looking over the guitar.

"I have my ways," I smirk, moving just a little closer to him. He pulls off the red ribbon, rests it across his lap and begins to pluck at the strings.

"Happy Birthday," I lean in and whisper in his ear, moving a few of his curls and placing my lips to his earlobe. He leans back into me, then turns and places his lips on mine, soft and gentle at first and I deepen the kiss as I cup his face in my palm, feeling his stubble on his cheek and the beginnings of his moustache against my lips. After a couple of moments, he pulls away and leans into my ear.

"I love you so much baby," He whispers sending shivers all over my body.

"And I love you baby," I say quietly and he places a kiss to that spot under my earlobe as the laughter from everyone and the fire roaring fills the summer night air.

*****

"Ugh, I need to pee, Andi will you come with me?" Demri says as she bounces over to me sweetly, her gorgeous dark hair all around her. Ever since Xana decided to basically cast me out for whatever reason, Demri and I have become closer. I guess, according to Demri, Xana has a habit of turning on her friends like that.

"Um, sure," I smile at her. I lean into Chris who was laying down on the blanket beside me puffing away on a cigarette while he and Jerry converse about pretty much anything a drunken mind would come to, and let him know I was taking a walk with Demri.

"Hey, don't get lost ok?" Chris raises his eyebrow at me, pulling me back to him and I giggle as he places his lips on mine.

"Don't worry Chrissy, I'll keep her safe," Demri winks at him when I attempt to get to my feet. She takes my hand to help me up and we laugh as Chris just shakes his head at us and chuckles as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

We leave the campfire and head towards the wooded area that was near the shore of the Puget Sound. Once the light from the campfire no longer lit our way, Demri flicks on the flashlight as we try to find the perfect spot for her to go pee.

"You think we're far enough away yet?" I ask.

"Yea, ok I think this is good enough. I'll go first," She says and hands me the flashlight.  To be honest I didn't really have to go myself but maybe I should just in case. This is probably the only thing I absolutely hate about camping. Having to pee in the woods. Usually once I'm drunk enough I pretty much don't care at that point, but I still hate it. After she finishes, she comes back over and takes the flashlight while I go and take my turn.

"So are you excited to marry Chris finally?" Demri asks with a smile when I pull my jeans back up.

"Yea, yea I am actually," I giggle.

"My god, September is coming up quick... do you have your dress yet?" She asks.

"No, I should probably get on that eh?" I say as I walk over to her.

"Well yea, I mean Susan and I are definitely going to be there with you, and I'm so happy you asked me to be your brides maid, But we should go dress shopping, I know the perfect little place for a dress," She says sweetly.

"You know you two can wear whatever you like... I mean I feel kinda bad that I can't buy all three dresses,"

"Awe no, Andi it's ok, you're not obligated to buy us anything, it's your day," She says and I giggle as she wraps her arm around my shoulder and touches her temple to mine. She is so sweet. I love Demri so much.

"Andi?" She asks after a few moments of us walking.

"Yea?" I say as I make my way through the low hanging branches.

"What is it like to time travel?" She asks. I wasn't exactly expecting that kind of a question so it caught me a little off guard.

"Oh, um... well... it's um - "

"I mean, I just never actually seen you do it so, I mean Xana told me about the time she saw it happen, but..." She says.

"Oh, well um... it's kind of hard to explain really," I say as we walk slowly through the woods.

"I just think it would be so cool to actually travel through time y'know? See what the future would be like, or revisit a place you always loved..." She says thoughtfully.

"It can be, but sometimes..." I trail off, not exactly sure how to tell her that most of the time I hate it. I hate how it's always taking me away from Chris and that I hate how it's always taking me to places I'd rather not go.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to - " She stops us and looks at me with those dark eyes full of worry.

"No, no it's ok. I mean... I know it probably seems like the best gift someone could ever have, to be able to travel like that but in reality, it's not exactly practical. If I could control it, maybe I wouldn't find it hard, but I can't so it can really suck sometimes," I explain.

"Yea, I get ya," She says. "But, I just think it's incredibly romantic how Chris has known you since he was so young and just how you time traveled to meet him for the first time,"

"Well... technically I had already met him, then I time traveled and that's when he met me... and... my god it's complicated to explain," I say and she giggles.

"It's ok I know what you mean," She smiles.

"Wait what time is it?" I ask.

"Um, I don't know... after 1am I think,"

"Shit, I need to get back to the van," I say and we walk a little faster.

"Is everything ok?"

"Yea, yea I just forgot to take my meds, that's all," I say. We finally make our way out of the woods and back to the campfire and I head straight to the van as I hear Chris asking Demri where I was going. I reach the van and slide open the door to see Kim passed out in the back, so I reach for my duffle bag and try not to wake him up.

"Babe, you ok?" Chris says a little slurry as he walks up behind me.

"Yea, yea I'm fine, I just needed... um... nothing actually," I say as I push my curls behind my ear while Kim groans, then begins to snore.

"Demri said something about medication, or something" Chris says placing his hand on my lower back while I unzip my bag.

"Um... yea, well it's nothing really... just something my doctor gave me to um..." I try to think of how to explain that I didn't exactly tell Chris about the Lorazepam that I was prescribed.

"To what?' Chris asks and I finally pull out the bottle.

"It's to help with my seizures... so I don't time slip," I practically whisper as I open up the bottle and pour out two tablets into my hand and place the bottle back in my bag.

"I thought you couldn't take any medication for it?" He asks as I grab a bottle of water from the cooler. Kim groans again and I wince trying to remember to be quiet.

"I can, it's just that nothing had worked before so I just never took anything. I just y'know, I would play instead," I whisper as I look up at him and place the two pills in my mouth and take a sip of water.

"When did you start taking them?" Chris asks. I give him a look, wondering why he's asking so many questions so I turn back and close the van door to make sure Kim doesn't wake up.

"Just recently. I had them for a while but I just didn't take them until after the time slip in Germany. We were so busy and I didn't have time to relax and just work on music so I started them the night I came back from that time slip, " I explain.

"Ok... why didn't you just tell me then?" He asks. I honestly don't know why I didn't tell him.

"I didn't think it was a big deal," I shrug as he keeps his eyes on mine, seemingly searching to see if I'm really alright. "I'm ok Chris I promise... if you hadn't noticed, I haven't had a time slip since the bus in Germany so they must be working,"

"I know...," Chris says as he pushes a few stray curls out of my eyes.

"The only reason I'm taking these is so I don't slip. I'm just so worried that what if I get so nervous at our wedding that end up time slipping, or what if something happens and we end up not getting married at all, or something changes and I'm totally different or -"

"Baby, it's ok, I get it," He says and I look at his chest, seeing my engagement ring on the silver chain that lays against his plain black shirt. He then draws me into his arms and I place my cheek against his chest, my arms wrapping around him through his soft black jacket. His arms feel so amazing around me. I wish he could just hold me forever and never let me go. Too bad I always seem to disappear even when I feel the safest with him.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," I say quietly.

"You need to start trusting me with telling me stuff. You know you never have to hide anything from me. If you're going to be my wife, we need to tell each other everything, no matter what ok?"

I sigh against him hearing his deep voice through his chest that sounds so soothing. He's right. I'm so used to travelling through time and not telling people anything because I can't tell people anything. Even when it's a matter of life and death.

"Why do you even want to marry me?"

I didn't exactly mean for that to come out but it's true. Why would he want to? Why would he want someone like me?

"Because I love you more than anyone I've ever loved in my entire life. Because I can't for one single second imagine my world without you in it. No matter when or where you are, I know you will always come back to me,"

"How do you know that?" I ask, my brow furrowing as I look up at him and he cups my face in his palms.

"I have no idea," Chris smirks and I couldn't help but giggle. " I just do,"

[existential-carousel]

Photo shared on Demri Parrott FB fan page.

"Jacksonville, FL

August 1989

(Shared with permission from Demri’s mother, Kathleen)"

[libromundoes]

Mark Lanegan's Sing Backwards and Weep review – giras, grabaciones, drogas | Libros

yoEn 1992, en un autobús turístico a Canadá, el cantante estadounidense Mark Lanegan sintió un abrazo en la palma de su brazo. Cuando llegó a Quebec, su brazo se había hinchado al doble de su tamaño normal. Ya alcohólico, Lanegan, conocido por sus amigos como "The Old Scratch", el seudónimo del diablo, había desarrollado un hábito feroz de heroína y compartía agujas regularmente. En el hospital, le diagnosticaron una infección sanguínea y le administraron antibióticos por vía intravenosa. Con un bolígrafo, un médico dibujó una línea alrededor del área inflamada que se extendía desde el hombro hasta la muñeca y dijo: "Volveré en 12 horas". Si el enrojecimiento está fuera de la línea, me temo que tendremos que amputarle el brazo por el hombro. "Ocho días tortuosos más tarde, la hinchazón había disminuido y Lanegan fue dado de alta, su brazo aún intacto". Ni por un momento pensé que había hecho esto. "Él escribió en Canta y llora. Entonces, al día siguiente, comenzó a disparar nuevamente.

Los recuerdos del rock están tradicionalmente llenos de construcción de mitos y depravación, pero el relato de Lanegan sobre su permanencia en el cuarteto proto-grunge Screaming Trees evita la construcción de mitos y se precipita precipitadamente en escenas de degradación y degradación. del auto abuso de Grand Guignol. Rara en su brutalidad y franqueza, el libro es una crónica brutal de adicción a las drogas que comenzó a la edad de 12 años cuando Lanegan fue "maldecido como un pueblo borracho antes de que pudiera beber legalmente", y ha continuó en sus veintes cuando se diversificó en heroína y crack.

El libro recorre los inicios de Lanegan como hijo de una madre violenta y un padre alcohólico en un pequeño pueblo de Ellensburg, Washington, un período que claramente prefiere. no te demores Entrenado con un grupo de viejos compañeros de clase en 1985, Screaming Trees fue su pasaporte a una nueva vida. Debido a su desprecio por el compositor del grupo, Gary Lee Conner, con quien solía participar en peleas, no esperaba que durara. Pero después de mudarse a Seattle, se embarcó rápidamente en una gira, grabó álbumes y compró y vendió drogas que continuarían durante los próximos 16 años.

Screaming Trees, incluido Lanegan, a la izquierda, en Londres, 1989. Fotografía: Martyn Goodacre / Getty Images

A medida que el grupo se tambalea caóticamente de una gira a la siguiente, encontramos que Lanegan se desmaya de manera diferente; buscando peleas; robar y ser robado; y disparar en los vestuarios, autobuses turísticos, hoteles y baños de aviones. No intenta disfrazar o justificar su comportamiento, que generalmente implica mentir y engañar a sus seres queridos con dinero, aunque su apertura a sus momentos más bajos es desarmador. Hay historias épicas de intentos de etiquetar drogas en ciudades extrañas en estados dolorosos de abstinencia; en tal ocasión se encuentra en King's Cross en Londres durante las horas pico de la madrugada, cayendo y "espasmos" como una medusa a mi lado en la acera de concreto duro, vomitando incontrolablemente, las lágrimas caen con mis ojos ". Mientras yace allí, un grupo de escolares elige su camino a su alrededor, susurrando, riendo y mostrando "la lamentable escena de mi vergüenza y enfermedad pública".

Los amigos mueren en el camino, incluidos Kurt Cobain de Nirvana, Jeffrey Lee Pierce del Gun Club, el bajista de Hole Kristen Pfaff y Demri Parrott, socio de la cantante Alice in Chains Layne Staley, quien él mismo murió de una sobredosis en 2002. El suicidio de Cobain en 2002. 1994 golpeó particularmente a Lanegan: la pareja había sido cercana y Lanegan lo recordaba con cariño como "un hombre sensible, no social y reflexivo, tranquilo, muy inteligente con un sentido de l & Humor travieso, mordaz y a veces cáustico. Unas horas antes de su muerte, Cobain lo había llamado y le había pedido que viniera. Cómodo en casa tomando drogas y viendo telenovelas, Lanegan dejó que el contestador contestara las llamadas. Cuando el cuerpo de Cobain fue encontrado dos días después, "estalló en lágrimas de remordimiento, odio a sí mismo y dolor montañoso". Sabía que nunca lo superaría. "

Unas horas antes de su muerte, Cobain llamó y le pidió a Lanegan que viniera. Lanegan deja que el contestador atienda el teléfono en casa

A pesar de las tragedias, un gran estado de ánimo caracteriza gran parte de la escritura, que se marchita al máximo cuando recuerda un buey con Liam Gallagher, cantante de Oasis, que Screaming Trees discutieron durante su gira estadounidense en 1996. La pareja se conoció por primera vez cuando Gallagher, flanqueado por dos porteros, gritó "¡Aullidos! en Lanegan, notoriamente enojado, mientras almorzaba, provocando un intercambio de insultos. Más tarde, mientras Lanegan y sus camaradas tocaban su set, Gallagher se paró al lado del escenario, dibujando caras de desaprobación frente a la audiencia. Exasperado, el bajista de los Árboles Van Conner se acercó y golpeó a Gallagher en la cara con la cabeza de su Fender Precision. Nadie sale de la escupida que huele a rosas. Sin embargo, los recuerdos de Gallagher de Lanegan como "imprudente, sin mente, despótico" e "dictador insoportable de las ligas menores … En mis treinta y un años en la tierra, nunca había conocido a nadie con una cabeza más grande". o bolas más pequeñas " hacer para revitalizar la lectura.

El libro termina en 1997 cuando ingresa a rehabilitación, organizado y pagado por la esposa de Cobain, Courtney Love, y poco antes del comienzo de un nuevo capítulo musical que lo vería colaborar con Queens of The Stone Age, Afghan Whigs Greg Dulli and Belle and Isobel Campbell de Sebastian, y hacen más álbumes como solista. Sangriento hasta el final, elige mantener los detalles de su camino hacia la sobriedad para sí mismo, aunque una especie de epifanía llega mientras se sienta en los jardines 39; hospital al inicio del tratamiento, alternativamente riendo y sollozando. "Para sobrevivir", escribió, "tendría que cambiar cada cosa malditamente triste sobre mí. Tendría que empezar desde cero. "

• Canta y llora por Mark Lanegan es publicado por White Rabbit (£ 20). Para pedir una copia, visite guardianbookshop.com. Reino Unido gratis p & p más de £ 15

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Demri Parrott and Layne Staley were engaged for 2 years. They dated for 2 years after getting together in Dec 1989. They were engaged in 1992 but later separated in 1994.

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It is believed that Layne met Demri sometime in the late 80`s or early 1990, as she is thanked in the liner notes of “Facelift”, which was released on August 1990. She is not, as is widely believed, the woman on its cover. Layne Staley and Demri Parrott were, according to close friends and bandmates, described as perfect for each other and the term "soulmates" has been used more than once to define their relationship. However, in the years that followed Dirt`s success, Layne and Demri drifted apart. Though the two were engaged between the years of 1992-1994, the engagement broke apart sometime in `93 or `94. Most of Layne`s work on his albums after those years ("Tripod"-AIC and "Above"- Mad Season) seem more miserable and self-pitying than ones preceding them. In one particular song on "Above", "Lifeless Dead", he describes of a relationship in which the man wants marriage and commitment, and the woman shies away. No one is really sure if he sung about his own problems with Demri or not. If it was an attempt to bring her back to him, it failed miserably. Sadly, on October 29th, 1996, Demri passed away from endocarditis (an inflammation of the heart) caused by an unclean needle. She was only 27. Friends comment that after Demri died, Layne was put on suicide watch for 24 hours. There is no memorial to this woman; no one even knows who she is. She was a woman veiled in mystery and poetic silence, and yet she succeeded in breaking the spirit of one of the most talented singers of the 20th century. In April 5th 2002, at age 35, Layne Staley joined her in Heaven.

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Layne n Demri w/ some friends at a party circa 1988-1989

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Summer 1986 Demri, when she attended the the Douglas Anderson School of the Arts, Jacksonville, Florida (1985 – 1989).

Photos via @nehistripesseattle

💬 Paula B.: She wanted to be an actress and would have been an excellent one. I remember one day she told me there was a movie being filmed in Seattle and was off to audition. Being a free-spirited individual somehow she was sidetracked and ended up breaking a bone. Looking back, I wish I'd had the power to get her safely there, or at least tried. But alas, I was also a free young spirit”.

💬 Terri Mclaury: “I met Demri in Seattle and gave her that hat she’s wearing (note: a similar one most likely since this photo was taken in Jacksonville, FL in 1986). I had a hat exactly like that down in Seattle when I first met her in the 90’s. She was in the bar, Alice In Chains on stage practicing. I remember her smile when I put it on her head. I actually got the hat as a gift because I always wanted one but my head and hair is too big for sailor hats. She was the sweetest, kindest, open and friendly to me – a stranger that just walked into the club. Wanted to be my friend. I only knew her briefly but she was very nice.”

Memories thanks to Memories of Demri on instagram

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1985 Demri, when she attended the the Douglas Anderson School of the Arts, Jacksonville, Florida (1985 – 1989).

Photo via @nehistripesseattle

💬 Kathleen Austin, Demri’s mom: I received a call that the school (Douglas Anderson School of the Arts) was taking applications and auditions. 25 applicants were selected from 300! Dem was selected and was so excited I let her stay in Florida. We flew her home for Christmas, she met Kent*, returned to Florida but didn’t stay. She managed to get greyhound bus ticket home

*Kent Lake was Demri’s boyfriend at the time. They broke up somewhere in 1988.

Memories thanks to Memories of Demri on instagram

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1985 Demri, when she attended the the Douglas Anderson School of the Arts, Jacksonville, Florida (1985 – 1989).

Via @nehistripesseattle

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1985 Demri, when she attended the the Douglas Anderson School of the Arts, Jacksonville, Florida (1985 – 1989).

Via @nehistripesseattle

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1984 Demri, when she attended the the Douglas Anderson School of the Arts, Jacksonville, Florida (1985 – 1989).

Via @nehistripesseattle

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Ca. 1988/89 - Demri and Layne with friends Jason, Jena and Kree in Seattle. Photo taken by Mara Whelan.

Kree Brown: «Layne was friends with my high school pal Jena, who had left Palm Desert and gone to Seattle to live. This was in the start of the grunge era of Seattle. I came out to meet my newborn niece and also got to go to Seattle from Tacoma. And this night happened. When I asked someone to take this picture of us with my camera, the singer, Layne Staley, literally said to me, “Keep that photo. We're going to be famous one day”. And they became so very famous just after this! This picture is so iconic for so many reasons». @memoriesofdemri