There are exit statements and then there are exit statements!After the Burialguitarist Justin Lowe (pictured at far left in the photo above) has revealed that hes leaving the band, but his reasoning for doing so is a conspiracy theory-filled rant that features a number of dramatic elements.
In a lengthy missive that he penned, posted on Facebook and included a dropbox link for readers to save (presumably assuming that it would be taken down before he had a chance to speak his mind), the guitarist details a series of events that include the alleged sabotage of his computer and a set up that included the staging of a friends death, drugs, abuse and sexual allegations. Read the full statement below.
My decision to leave After The BurialWhere do I begin
Ive been set up guys by something more powerful than law enforcement, and its bad. St is about to hit the fan on an epic scale, and the only thing I can do now is tell you as much of my side while I still can. Ive been removed as an administrator from the After The Burial band account, so Im hoping this letter reaches as many people as possible. Im going to start from the most recent and go backwards. As some of you may or may not know, After The Burial is currently recording at the Machine Shop in Belleville, NJ. Immediately upon entering, something wasnt right. I thought, maybe its just me or maybe Im just being paranoid for no reason. Then things got interesting. From the beginning, there was a kit set up to connect MacBook hard drives and duplicate them at the studio. Seems unusual, right?
The following day, there was a cup of coffee poured into my laptop, right in the perfect spot to destroy the mother board. OK, now how did that happen? I had a feeling my personal data was being or going to be compromised. They had the kitchen cleaned spotless and there was bad energy in the air. Energy doesnt lie. Could something be planned? Saturday, June 6th, I was the last one awake. Or so I thought I was. I picked up the kitchen and threw bottles away and got ready for bed. However, a band that I will not name showed up in the middle of the night and they were not making themselves present. I knew this, because an open luggage bag had appeared in one of the control rooms that I noticed on my way to the studio bedroom. I woke up early on Sunday, June 7th and peeked my head out, to find that the kitchen was being set up with an empty bottle of whiskey, a MacBook belonging to someone named Andreas, a tiny plastic baggy with residue, and 2 bottles of Heineken that had been removed from the trash; one of them filled half way with water. At this point, I firmly believe that something is very, very wrong.
My body is telling me to get the fk out now. Coincidentally, I had been asked by multiple people including one of my closest friends in the recent past asking me about MacBooks, iMacs, how to finance them, etc. I have also been asked to put water into empty beer or liquor bottles in the past. Im starting to connect the dots. Now, I am going to switch gears, but this is my conclusion. The record label, our manager, band, and who knows who else, sent me out to to make the record knowing fully well that I would be robbed of my data, and would be dealt physical harm. They planned to film it. Anyway, what Im about to say next, is going to take this situation to a completely different level. The next thing Im being set up for is going to be very disturbing, but I believe it is true. When I was young, I was a victim of sexual abuse. Its one thing in my life that I would give anything to undo. Heres some advice, if you have been or are being abused, do something about it RIGHT NOW.
Get help, tell people, report it, get therapy, and do not put this off. I however, did not get help. I instead handled it myself, I was embarrassed. This is not an easy topic of conversation by any means. Now, with that being said, I have never EVER had any inappropriate thoughts about children. Why am I saying this? Because about a month or so ago, while he didnt know I was looking right at him, I WATCHED Trent Hafdahl tell our mutual friends daughter to tell her dad that I was being naughty. OK, Im going to stop and let that sink in for a second. Why on earth, would ANYONE say something like that? Well, hes trying to set me up. Not just for this, either. Ive been encouraged by people close to me to post pictures of my nephew who I love, hes my nephew. But after connecting more dots, I can see how this may look from a different perspective, in a gross, very inappropriate way.
In an effort to keep this letter as short as possible, I will not speak any further about this topic at this time. Now, to something very, very serious. As serious as almost anything can get. Last fall, I lost one of the closest people to me in a suicide. Or so I had thought. My body just couldnt put the pieces of the puzzle together. No gravestone? Was he cremated? Or buried? I was hearing different stories. How could, the person I spend literally the most time with, just decide to take his own life out of nowhere, without letting anyone know? I was confused. It was one of the most difficult times I have ever experienced. Now, what Im about to say, will either probably save my life or kill me, but I have to say it. He is still alive, hes been living at his cabin. His death was staged, to set me up to be put away forever for something I absolutely did not do.
Now, this is starting to get absolutely beyond insane, right? This had to be planned months in advance, who knows. But this is what I do know for a fact. I carried the key to his house on my keyring for YEARS, he said I was always welcome if I ever needed a place to crash. Hes that kind of guy, genuine, always there for you no matter what. But, this is where it starts to get strange, towards the end of summer, I stopped by his place. The key didnt work. What? Why? I never took the key off for any reason. Had someone replaced the key? I didnt think anything of it at the time, just noticed that it was something very odd. Anyway, the Friday night before he took his own life, I was with Trent Hafdahl. Now, get ready. Him and I had been drinking a bit, he was pretty intoxicated. He took out a slab of bison jerky, and sliced the side of his finger badly. To get blood on my shorts? I absolutely believe this. (The shorts from Forever 21 have now vanished.) Unfortunately, it took me a long time to put these pieces of this puzzle together, but better late than never. Of course, I retraced my footprints from that night, to figure out where I was and if there would have been anything I could have done to save him. I was working on music pretty late, and on Face-Time with my girlfriend.
That night, she was very investigative. Now that I look back, I realize that literally everyone in my life was in on it. She made sure she knew exactly where I was going, and even asked my if I used my card when I was out. That night, she made sure she knew I was somewhere that would put me right by his house. She then relayed this information and voila, his suicide happened. I realize what I am saying will most likely start the conspiracy of the decade, but I dont care. Im still alive to tell you this so Im going to continue. Why was I not even interviewed once by law enforcement? I had just been with him 2 nights prior? Very, very strange indeed. Now, months later, my own mother came to me and said, I found this key. I knew it was the key to his house. What? How? Unfortunately, it took me a long time to connect the dots here. But it makes perfect sense.
The night the suicide happened, I went to get sushi, get gas, and get a big gulp. Got home, got back to work on a new song idea. The next evening, I got a call from his brother giving me the news. I did realize that I was in the area at that time they said it had happened, but didnt realize that I was being set up. I realize that since law enforcement is also in on this, so this will be an impossible battle for me and I most likely do not stand a chance. Writing about this is my only option now, so I will continue to do so. Now, this is going to continue to get more and more insane and disturbing. Back in 2012, while he didnt realize I was looking in my bedroom, Trent Hafdahl was messing with a s***n encrusted t-shirt that was under my bed.
Wait, what? Why would he want a sample of my s***n? The plot thickens drastically. What is his motive? Well, there has to be one. OK, now, Im going to jump back to Wolves Within. The record took a very, very long time. Why? Well, the way it appears is that it was me that was holding the process up. It was getting ridiculous, I was pleading with the band and begging for help, to no avail. What could be happening here? Nobody wants to make this record? I knew I was getting f****d over, but I didnt want to give up. I wanted to see what happened if I didnt give up. Truth is, we had A Wolf Amongst Ravens done and ready to be released in 2012, the record label refused to release the track. Something was very, very wrong here. After a long battle to finish the album, I had prepared the totally unmixed Pro Tools sessions of all the songs
Nobody would mix it. This is a major bummer. After all this hard work, nobody to mix. Unreal. How could this be? As if things werent bad enough, we had tours booked right in the middle of the album, which could have been finished months ago had we all actually worked. Hindsight, I realize things were already very, very bad. After bringing up the current status of our album during a heated conversation in Toronto, Trents exact words to me, Who are they going to believe, me, or you? OK. Now, to jump to something totally different. Some years ago, somebody I know and was close to (His name is Eric Lovold) had their studio robbed completely. I know absolutely about it, but I know who does, he does. Im starting to realize how far back this set up really goes. After connecting more dots, I realized, he was texting me at the exact moment that the robbery took place.
Why would he text me of all people during a time like that? Everyone is working together. These friends of mine are all in on it. I have reason to believe that every single key on my keychain has been duplicated. (House, studio, car, etc.) Recently, I was presented with my old FOB that had been mysteriously put through the wash after years of me never seeing it. Now, to jump to the present day. Recently, I was hospitalized. Not knowing how or why I was finding myself in this situation literally driving me crazy. I stayed up for days trying to figure this out. First, I was placed with a roommate that exactly resembled the person I was abused by as a child.
They had him shaking his feet just like I do, the whole nine yards. I was delivered pictures of my little nephew to the hospital as well that I did not ask for. The combination of vitamins I was provided with was destroying my train of thought. I quickly figured this out when I found myself starring at a food menu for 3 minutes without making a single selection. I noticed that the packets of my medication had been tampered with before opening. One of the pills I was being given, Hydroxyzine, I was familiar with, and it did not have the effects I was used to.
I was given what I was told was a nerve calming pill, but it was actually a laxative put into the yellow 215 container to see if I would take a loud s**t in the bathroom with my roommate there or try to cover up the sound. This is how big this thing is. Here is one thing to consider. Why would I not be apprehended immediately or interviewed by police or anything at all? I was hospitalized so that any chance of being taken seriously by a judge or jury would be would be quickly discredited. I have a feeling that this goes back further and further, maybe even to my birth and/or childhood. Scored a perfect 10 on the Akbar, and have had no problem figuring out how to read, play music, learn anything.
Someone or something is afraid of me becoming too powerful. Some of my past girlfriends all have fathers who are very, very wealthy. I mean VERY wealthy. Coincidence? These are all dots I have connected and I do realize how deep this is. I have a feeling there will be a lot more coming that I have yet to figure out. I realize what I have said could certainly spell the end for me, but it had to be said. In the words of Shawn Keith, you have to speak your mind.
The band has not issued a statement on Lowes commentary and the guitarists post remains online at his personal Facebook page. The guitarist has been with the band since their start in 2004, appearing on their Forging a Future Self, Rareform, In Dreams and Wolves Within albums. At present, the band is expected to return the road in late July, taking part in the Summer Slaughter trek before heading overseas in October for dates with Asking Alexandria. See their current itinerary here.
Source: http://loudwire.com/after-the-burial-guitarist-justin-lowe-leaving-band-conspiracy/
