Wincing The Fight Away: Sub Pop Comments On Marty Crandall & Elyse Sewell’s Arrest

Anyone with Garden State in their collection or a soft spot for “New Slang” has heard the news that Shins keyboardist/etc Marty Crandall and ex-girlfriend (and ex-America’s Top Model contestant) Elyse Sewell got in some sort of scuffle Friday, landing them both in a Sacramento County jail. After she was released on Saturday, Sewell posted photos of her bruised arm at LiveJournal, which she’s since locked, explaining to her peeps:

Hi guys! I’m feeling much better on this new day (after sleeping until noon). I’ve decided to heed the advice of many commenters (lawyerly types) and friends-lock my last entry about the legal foibles between me and my ex-boyfriend.

We were staying out of it, but then Sub Pop issued a statement, which assures the facts some. Via P4K:

Marty Crandall and his ex-girlfriend Elyse Sewell were both arrested over the weekend following an argument at a Sacramento hotel which resulted in hotel staff calling the police.

They were both taken into police custody and released over the weekend.

There will be no further comment at this time and we would appreciate their privacy being respected.

Crandall faces the judge tomorrow, but he’s facing his critics today. Ultragrrrl snagged a pretty funny Wikipedia screengrab, but we dug up a video that’s even more apropos.

Wincing The Fight Away Wincing The Fight Away

What’s your take? Bob Nastanovich couldn’t be reached for comment.

UPDATE: Crandall wasn’t charged. Neither was Sewell. The Portland Mercury spoke with Diane Richardson of the Sacramento County District Attorney’s office, who told them: “Both defendants have not been charged. The case was rejected due [to] insufficient evidence.” In honor of the moment, here’s a photo of the crazy kids in better times. (Does he ever wear a shirt?) No word if Marty will be consulted by Dr. Phil against his will.

Crandall & Sewell Oceanside

Elyse gets the last word via her LJ.

Gettin’ ready. I fancy my court appearance to be pretty fly despite puffy eyes and the giant jail boil on my chin that yesterday, in my anxiety, I picked into scabrous oblivion. Better pack some candy in case I end up in jail tonight and regret not grabbing my last chance for an M&M:

Soon I will find out whether I will be prosecuted or the District Attorney will drop the felony charges. Ugh, how distasteful that I even have to think about those boring legal words. Out with “own recognizance.” In with “puissance.” Out with “remand.” In with “undine.”

Do not prosecute!

Pray for mojo.

Update: The D.A. has rejected the case against me. I am free. I wish the same outcome for Marty and have no intention of pursuing any further legal action. I would not wish entanglement in the widening gyre of the American legal system upon my worst enemy.

It was incredibly naive of me not to realize that my blog entry about this incident would become tabloid fodder. That was not my intention. I consider the small circle of people who frequent this LJ to be a support group; the much larger world of tabloid readers is certainly not. I will never speak of this again, nor malign Marty in this space. And tomorrow this’ll be fishwrap.

Expect few updates to this journal in the next couple of weeks as I will be untangling the web of seven years of cohabitation with my ex-boyfriend, packing up my shit, and thickening up a plot to travel and work in more temperate climes.

We call bullshit on the M&M eating.