Voice File: WPS120719_001

Interview of Jaymes Brzezinski, 12/07/2019, 11:15 A.M.

Transcribed by Adam Glennon, Admin. Asst.

Note: The recording device was introduced at the request of the interviewing officer, approximately five minutes into the conversation. This interview concerns Ayryn Brzezinski, reported missing for the preceding twelve hours by brother Jaymes Brzezinski. Punctuation and emphasis have been added by the transcriptionist for readability.

JB = Jaymes Brzezinski

CP = Officer Carl Porter

JB: Or it’s like, you know when you’ve been invited to more than one party in an evening and one is clearly better than the other one, but the other one is a birthday you’re obligated to go to, so you need to send someone to pretend to be you, because they’re probably happier at the chill party anyway and they couldn’t care less that three out of six members of Noble Pirogue are going to be at the other party and maybe they’ll recognize you this time. See, this is why I need a teammate.

Or, like, when you have a job interview but you’re scheduled to work at the shitty job you’re trying to leave and you just need someone who looks like you to come in and pretend they know how to work at a meat packing factory for an hour while you go and interview for the job at the post office—and yes, afterwards he made it clear I should have prepared him better psychologically for some of the duties a meat packing job entails, but I guess I’d just gotten used to it, and all I had in mind was making a better life for us all. Am I such a terrible person?

CP: Back to the matter at

JB: It’s like, you know when you can’t decide what to watch on Netflix before bed, and there’s something you kind of want to watch but you’re embarrassed because it’s dumb, or soapy or whatever, so you need someone else who you can kind of lead into wanting to watch it, but like, you Inception them into thinking it’s their own idea, and make it seem like you’re just humouring them, and it’s them that likes to watch Nashville and Riverdale and stuff like that? Like, what do the rest of you people do? Watch it all by yourself in secret, just sitting there feeling ashamed? As I’m saying it now, I’m realizing that must be the case.

CP: Ok, I can see you’re upset about your brother. Is there anyone who might

JB: Oh are you recording?

CP: Please don’t touch the (indecipherable)

JB: (Louder) It’s like, you know when you’re locked out of your eBay account because you put the wrong password in too many times, and finally all you can do is freak out and have what my littler sibling here likes to call a ‘sizeable fit’ until The Guy With the Password Book comes, with his stupid little notebook full of the thousands of passwords he has, because he’s totally fucking paranoid about hackers hacking into his online banking, even though he only ever has, like, eight dollars in there at any given time—that’s why he never leaves a tip even though it’s abominable behaviour—and he has all your passwords in there too, literally every one you’ve ever invented, and there’re a lot because you like to be creative with them and never use the same one twice. Like, what do the rest of you do when that happens? I mean, I guess you just have a password book of your own, all to yourself? Oh my god, that’s so fucking depressing.

CP: (indecipherable)

JB: I don’t think he’d just get murdered so easily the way those other ones did—he’s always on guard, and he’s a scrappy little dude. You’ve never had a fight with him, but I have. I mean, he’s not the most verbose guy you’ll meet, but when it comes to physical combat—like sometimes I’ll say something that rubs him the wrong way or something, and he’ll just randomly take a swing at me, you know?

CP: (indecipherable)

JB: Yeah, we fight all the time. Not in a mean way. Drummers—they can be physical people. Like, I’m happy to debate an issue all day if you want to but he’ll just lose patience and before I know it, I’m fighting for my life, you know? He doesn’t look like a strong dude, but he’ll surprise you, like, he’s got some moves up his sleeve. Underestimation! That’s what gets you with him. I’ve lost at least thirty percent of those fights. Ok, possibly more—I see that look you’re giving me, Rex. All I’m saying is, I don’t think he’s dead.

CP: (indecipherable)

JB: What? No, nobody is saying that he’s dead, I just figured you would assume… we were on our way to see a show, which is dangerous these days for obvious reasons, so I thought that might be your immediate—our dad’s a detective, and he’s kind of a big deal, not that that matters. I just feel like I have a natural instinct for the type of assumptions a professional might make in this situation.

CP: (indecipherable)

JB: No, I wouldn’t say we’re, like, aggressive people. We’re musicians! All I meant was—ok, we’re brothers, so that’s totally different, it’s a different set of rules. It’s not like he goes out picking fights with people or anything. All I meant was that we fight each other sometimes, as you might expect from siblings, that’s all. The rest—he takes it all out on the drums, he’s pretty nice other than that—

Where was I last night? I was walking with him. I caught a ride though—it’s a long story—so I left him on the bridge alone, and he was supposed to meet me at the show only he never turned up…

No, no one else was with us… Ok, I feel like you’re starting to look at me in a weird way, like I might have done something, which is frustrating because we really need your help. Like, he might have just gotten confused or seen a dog and had to hide out somewhere. He gets kind of freaked out and weird sometimes—it’s a whole thing, I don’t want to get into it but I really need you to help me because I’m an effing idiot and I left my paranoid brother to wander around alone at night in the freezing cold and I have no fucking idea where he is and if I can’t find him I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do.

CP: (Indecipherable)

JB: Uh …Yeah I guess he does, at least according to the self-diagnosis quiz we found on WebMD—I don’t think of it that way, though. But I see you’re finally getting out what looks like a missing persons report, so ok, good! …No, he’s not on medication. Nothing against medication—hey, I know it helps a lot of people. If that’s what gets you going—I’ve been known to take a few little supplements here and there myself, not that it’s ever been a problem. Just sometimes there’s a lot to do in a day and you’ve really just got to GO FOR IT, you know? But like, nothing long term—hey, I’m not, like, a drugs guy or anything. What are you writing down? Anyway, yeah, I guess we’re more just like ‘you are who you are’ type of people, you know? We do pretty well most of the time.

What?

CP: (indecipherable)

JB: Oh, this! Forgot I was holding it. Here.

CP: (indecipherable) could be helpful if we do need to launch an investigation. Do you have any idea whether

JB: The thing with him, really, is he just needs a bit more reassurance than other people, which usually is fine and no problem for us, but then sometimes I forget, or I just get careless and… I should just do a better job, shouldn’t I? You know, I think you have the mic pointing—here let me fix—

CP: (indecipherable)

JB: Oh, um, that’s all you need? Yeah, we’ll call you if we think of anything else. I guess we’re going to go now, thanks for all your help.