Alice in Chains: The Untold Story

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.

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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

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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

While Jerry was a student at Spanaway High School in 1982, a teacher named Joanne Becker asked him and his friends to try out for choir. Jerry spoke highly of his experience with Becker. “She was one of the few teachers I actually had fun being around,” he told The Seattle Times in 1991. “We did everything from modern pop to some really great classical stuff. It was really happening.” Becker is credited with alleviating Jerry’s fear of performing onstage—a crucial skill for his future profession. She eventually had him performing fifteenth-century a cappella music.