Well...normally I don't say much about that period of time (Do I will?); but, I see that you're enthusiastic on the subject and an insider of the metal scene at that time.
Let me tell ya a little story bout a man named Jed...
I used to play in this little collection of deviant hooligans and briefly lived with Warrel and his mom in the Edmonds area.
Early March '85 on a Saturday, four of us were hanging out in the kitchen while Warrel was making breakfast and trying to get us to taste it, Warrel gets a call and it's Dave Budbill. He lived in Lynnwood (nearby). He heard we just lost a drummer and wanted to join the band. With phone in hand Warrel yells to the three of us. "Want to give this kid a try, he's got a shitty kit though". Doug (other guitar dude) looks at John(bass dude) and scrunches his nose and says "Nahhhh...no dude, that's hoak". And then John looks at me
and mumbles/grumbles some unintelligible sentence... Keep in mind...metal in the '82-'85 was geared more to an image, rather than "music".
My priority was to find a job more than a drummer, so I caved into Doug and John's negativism and said nah as well.
A month later Doug left the band and hooked up with the previous drummer whom he got to quit two months earlier. I'm suspecting an ulterior motive here...
So. A month later and living at a new band house in Fremont we get another young and so-so drummer...WITH A NICE KIT
and Dave hooked up with the Sanctuary cousins, and kept calling Warrel to work on him to join their band. A groupie who we will call
ELIZBETH had gone with Warrel to see them and she reported back that they were so-so and didn't have any complete songs. So, I didn't give it much thought.
Summer of '85- John, I and Warrel started working on a heavier direction of music. John and I wrote a song called
Battle Angles (lyrics by John also) in '81 that we played for a school talent show before a horrified family type audience of 1000. The other song the three of us were working on was
Last Rites, written by John. Those were recorded on a shitty cassette player so Warrel could work the vocals lines out to them. Enthusiasm was a bit low though for us all.
Warrel skipped a practice and I sent the drummer with a roommate that had a car up the street to get Warrel, while I went across the street to Market Time to buy some beer for some young cute girls. When I got back to the house another gal handed me the phone... Warrel was smokin:hotjump: PO'd and diplomatically expressed his intentions to cease his participation in a fine and upstanding establishment.
A short time later the drummer and roommate got back and said they deflated his tires and I found out years later that the roommate spit some kind of juice or pop on the windshield. That roommate ended up being SK's second singer, and at our first show all the Sanctuary guys came and did the group "stand in the middle and arm cross" thing.
So...THAT is how Sanctuary started and it took the 2+ years Lenny mentioned.
Sorry for the details and length, but I have a clear and complete memory.
It's interesting how life events connect, foreshadow and entwine to become the past.
Moral of the story: A good coach always has a sub on the bench and beware of ulterior motives.