In regards to the famous email (sent on the 31st of December 2009 to Adam, Johan, Dagmar and Christiaan) that Gary sent about the total lack of `response or respect` received from them, there were no questions at all (none at all Pieps), it just contained observations of how unprofessional and how unsupportive Sellaband were to me, Gary`s wife.

Sellaband doesn`t have the decency to reply to many emails that I`ve sent (addressed to all of them, Christiaan, Dagmar, Adam and Johan) asking for updates. Not even just a courtesy email to say that there were no developments at present to report. That would have been better than ignorance or abuse.

Is this how Sellaband wants to conduct business? Many artists and believers already think much of what I have said, and have done for some time. Many of the believers have been dropping off like dying flies.

Here is Adam`s reply to that email:

I’m speaking purely for myself and not my SellaBand colleagues here, so FUCK OFF GARY! I would have answered Mandyleigh’s note she sent to me earlier this week after the Christmas and New Year Holidays were over.
 Happy New Year.

Perhaps Adam is suffering from some sort of depression? Perhaps from Tourette’s syndrome? It definitely threw me and I am still amazed by this disgusting, and unprofessional reply considering I felt that I had a pretty good rapport with Adam in my 6 weeks in London recording the album.

Gary merely wrote in desperation for his wife’s health. Someone that he sees day in and day out, struggling with not only the unprofessionalism, ignorance and lack of conscience from Sellaband, but from a business (one that there is a biding contract with) who doesn`t seem to care at all and takes no responsibility for their initial advice and expertise they had given me.

In my opinion, I feel that Sellaband`s role is like a pimp. They are there to take the money once the hard work has been done and that is where the cold relationship ends. Wam, bam, thank-you Ma`am. No smile, no thank-you, no responsibility, no support, no conscience.

written by Mandyleigh \\ tags: adam sieff, conscience, fuck off, Gary, pimp, reply, responsibility, support

This is for you Adam from one beautiful man who I have had the pleasure to know, write to and feel like he is a close friend & brother. I met him on a website called Stereofame. Bless you Mark and thank-you for caring. XXX

Sis one last thing,I wrote this and sent it to Mr.Adam Sieff,Punk,
To Adam Sieff,
I am writing you Mr.Sieff in regards to a very close Frind of mine,Mandyleigh Storm,and the words you had for her Husband,quite frankly I don’t see where you care to much what I have to say,BUT,we’ll see if you have the guts to get back to me,as soon as possible as your site so describes.
Sometimes people can’t see their hand in front of thier face while they slap themselves silly,you Sir are an egotistical self centered little twit,I am a Christian man so I am to refrain from using such gutter language as you use.
If there is a problem,then I;m sure that things could’ve been worked out without such stupid filth,why man,why treat people this way,are they not the same as you? You are no better than they are,maybe a little below them.
You will find out some day soon,that your words of wisdom do not taste as good as you thought they would,one last thing,Do you eat with that mouth? SAD!!!!

To be given a gift on Christmas is pretty nice, don`t you think?

What sort of gift would you get for New Years then?

- A lovely pair of used underpants?

- A pair of cheesy socks?

- A snotty old green handkerchief?

These are things you could really do without… don`t you think?

My husband Gary was given a gift on New Years from the Global Head of A&R at Sellaband (my so-called record company).

He was told by Adam Sieff to “FUCK OFF”.

How professional and how glorious it was to receive such a gift. Thank-you Adam!

This kind of language is from the gutter. This type of manner is no way for any `head` to act.

Adam, you need to get it together and apologise man. I`ve lost all the respect that I did have for you. I think you need to make some New Years resolutions right away, whilst there is time. One being decency and the other acquiring professionalism to suit the title that you hold.

Don`t let it all go to your `head` now…

Happy New Year every one! XXX

written by Mandyleigh \\ tags: a&r, adam sieff, christmas, Gary, gift, global hear, gutter, happy new year, manner, professionalism, respect, sellaband

By the time March 1995 came around, I had the sheer excitement of being re-united with my long distance romance that would `never last`, Gary, who arrived on the 25th and this is where the loneliness would subside.

I, (and Gary) stayed for a final week or so at my Uncle and Aunty`s home whilst Gary and I rang around endlessly for rooms to rent nearer London. We considered that London would be better for Gary to find a job and being closer to London would give more opportunities, music-wise, for me.

Gary knew that as soon as he arrived to England he would have to be quick-smart in finding work. He was not allowed to go on the DHSS for any benefits at all (even though his Grandad was British), so his priority was to find a job and start earning money asap. Two weeks after arriving to the UK, Gary got a job. He was going to start learning to be a transmission controller. He would start work at a television broadcast centre and do shift-work. I was extremely proud of him. He felt better knowing that he would be able to support us.

Our first rental was a room in a 3 bedroom town-house in Northolt (Yeoman Road). We were not allowed in the lounge-room (it would be off-limits because the owner wanted it that way), only in the kitchen and bathroom. We shared with another guy who seemed blase` about everything. If there were any problems in the house (shower not working for many weeks) he would say, “I just pay my rent”, in his South African accent. He just didn`t care and thought that we shouldn`t either. He was a lousy house-mate as he was forever leaving mess in the kitchen that we cleaned up.

The owner would enter the town-house each week or so and spend some time in the lounge-room (not sure what they were doing or why they had to keep coming back), and then leave. They had a ginger-tom cat who `came with the house` and it was up to us or the other guy to feed it, but we loved the cat (he was so loving, especially to me), so we didn`t have a problem with doing that.

Gary and I fought hard to get something done about the shower troubles. It eventually got fixed. The third bedroom got rented out to a guy who seemed to be having many problems with his girlfriend, we heard countless arguments and didn`t feel very safe or happy in our `home`. He would play his music very loud and be very arrogant.

There was pay-phone mounted on the wall (we fought to have this as we would have to walk up the road every time we needed to make a phone-call). It went on the blink a few times and the owner couldn`t care less about it.

It was in these 2 weeks of having no phone (feeling despondent and even a little depressed) that something important was about to happen and change my life, for a very long time.

written by Mandyleigh \\ tags: arrogant, aunty, depressed, Gary, northolt, phone-call, rent, uncle

Out of work but still doing some gigs (only for `love` though, love includes no money), keeping my eye out for auditions, finding a confidence in writing lyrics and melodies (Keep The Silence, , going out with `V` most weekends and some week nights, spending each Tuesday night with my cousin, Sharen, and secretly eating some of her chocolates in the cupboard at 11pm) and eating tons of soda bread – I was able to keep quite busy but not occupied enough for my mind.

Days might have been full but the mind would creep in, especially in the latter part of the night when I would be at home and trying to get to sleep. Over and over it ticked. I used to play my music ever so softly so I could relax and better better to. The one that would stop me from crying mostly would be “Violet” from Seal. I had quite a few tears back then in the `wee small hours`.

It was pretty close to Christmas (and that time of year can be one of the worst times when you are not with the ones you love) and I can remember myself talking to V on the phone and I said, “I wish I wasn`t here”. This was the first time I ever thought like that. Depression was moving in, not suffocating me at that time (that would come later), but it was enough for that moment  to come in, and drift out. V said to me “I hope you don`t mean that. I would really miss you if you weren`t here Mandyleigh…”

I so longed for Gary to join me in England. He was saving hard, working up to three jobs at different times to get enough money. It wouldn`t be for another few months. From the time I got to the UK until the time Gary joined me was the longest 18 months I ever knew. I was so lonely at times even though I had the company of V, my cousin and some relatives. I had many thoughts, a flood of tears, a courage that would withstand my need to pursue what I had gone to the UK for, and my eyes were much wider than ever.

written by Mandyleigh \\ tags: england, Gary, lyrics, melodies, uk, v

Hiya Beautifuls,

Well all fresh from a bout of the dreaded (had it every year since 2003, except for 2005) gastroenteritis and recovering pretty well now. Damn thing takes your pride, makes you look like crap, smell like a 20 year old food dump combined with dog and cat poop yard… Ok maybe not that bad, but it`s pretty yuk.

Thankfully the family have not got any signs, but as you know the lurking quiet can have a terrible way of jumping up very swiftly and nipping you on the behind (and in this case very aptly so…), so each day that goes by is a blessing away from the `dreaded`.

I have started to eat properly today since last Friday night when everything came up and deposited itself in my lap, well in the bucket on my lap! Sorry folks! Tiz life I`m afraid and I`m sure nearly all of you have have it, so get over the icky thoughts.

Just thought I`d let you know that I am recovering, not feeling that `furry` kind of horrible nausea feeling anymore and my tummy is doing much better at holding onto its contents. I am not as tired anymore, I did sleep well on Saturday afternoon though (thanks to Gary looking after bub and Uncle Rick & Aunty Kerry had the girls) and that must have done me the world of good.

Hope all of you are well and happy and love you all. XXX

PS Up and coming gig to be announced soon.

written by Mandyleigh \\ tags: aunty kerry, bub, Gary, gastroenteritis, gig, girls, poop, uncle rick