Gear loss list

A few people have suggested that there be a post with a list of all the gear on it (excluding personal items). So here it is:

Jared Anderson gear

1 - Allen & Heath GLD-80 digital mixer - GLD80X - 392933 - $9,000

1 - Allen & Heath ar2412x - 008845 - $2200

1 - Sennheiser - ew500-965G3 - $1500

1 - Aviom A-16D Pro - $1540

4 - Aviom A-16II mixers - $499 ea X4 $1996

1 - Aviom A-16CS mixer - $525

1 - Reel 150' Duracat cat5 cable $150

2 - Radial ProD2 - $150 ea X2 $300

1 - Radial ProDi - $100

3 - Sennheiser e935 - $170 X3 $510

30 - XLR microphone cables - $32 X30 $960

10 - Microphone stands - $35 X10 $350

1 - Piano Yamaha NU1 - $5,000

1 - Ampeg SVT-610HLF - $1,000

1 - Ampeg SVT CLassic - $1800

1 - RoadRead 10U rolling rack - $300

1 - Custom Piano road case - $1500

1 - SKB 3I-2918-10BC - $250

1 - Custom Bass Amp Case - $990

2 - Road case trunks - $850 X2 $1700

1 - Mixer case - $790

1 - Hammond M3 Chopped organ / Leslie Amp - $2000

1 - Nord Electro 2 Rack module - $1000

Merch totals - $8,000

Merch backdrop - $1500

7x14 enclosed trailer $3,500

Total           $47,661

Kyle Scott Personal gear

Drums:

            1964 Silingerland Drumset - $1,200

            - 22”x14” bass drum

            - 16”x16” floor tom

            - 12”x8” high tom

            - 14”x6” brass Truth snare drum- $650

Cymbals:

            - 22” Zildjian K Custom Dark Ride - $450

            - 20” Paiste 2002 Crash - $260

            - 20” Turkish Millennium Series Ride- $250

            - 1960’s 15” Zildjian New Beat hi hat cymbal- $250

            - 1960’s 15” Zildjian Constantinople hi hat cymbal- $250

Hardware:

            - 2 DW 6700 cymbal stands- $160

            - Gibraltar cymbal stand- $50

            - DW 5000 hi hat pedal- $175

            - DW 5000 kick pedal- $150

DW snare stand- $10

   - snare stand - $30

Miscellaneous:

            - Roc-n-Soc drum seat- $150

            - 8’x 4’ Rug- $15

            - Boss DB 90 metronome- $80

            - 12” 1/4 in cable- $6

            - 4 pairs of Vater drumsticks - $28

            - Vater Whips - $20

           

Total Value - $4,274

Drew Greer Personal gear:

Fender American Standard Jazz Bass- $1349.99

Pedaltrain-1 with Hardcase- $119.95

Radial Bassbone Control Center- $259.99

MXR Super Comp- $79.99

Way Huge Swollen Pickle Mk II Fuzz Pedal- $129.99

Marshall GV2 Guv’nor Plus Pedal- $50.00

25 ft. Monster Rock Cable- $29.65

Black 15 ft. Extension Cord- $10.89

(3) Livewire Connector Cables- $9.99 each

SKB SKB-44 Deluxe Universal Electric Bass Hard Case- $149.99

Planetwaves Bass Stringwinder/Cutter- $9.99

Calvin Klein Wool Coat- $150

Total           $2351

Chad Tipps personal gear:

Gibson ES -335 $2,450

Guitar strap - $25

Guitar slide - $25

Guitar capo - $35

Hughes an Kettner Tubemeister 18 guitar amp. $650

Speaker cab with vintage30 speaker $550

Line6 M9 $500

Radial SGI guitar reamp boxes $275

Tuner pedal $225

BOSS compressor $125

Diamond J drive pedal $325

Monster cable $85

Guitar case for ES-335 $200

'Pedal train 2' Pedal board and case $300

Sennheiser 609 silver microphone $85

Canon T2i camera $450

Canon 28mm lens $480

Camera bag $50

Tascam DR-40 audio recorder $275

Camera shoulder rig $100

SD cards (4) $220

Cooler for food $50

TOTAL: $7,480

Jason Atkins personal equipment

Case for cables-$40 

Mogami instrument cable-x4- $200

Korg Triton pro-$2399

Yamaha Motif ES8-$3499

Custom ear molds - $385

Vfp-1 keyboard pedal-$30 

M-Audio keyboard pedal-$30

 Keyboard stand-$139 

Keyboard case 88key- $507 

Keyboard case 2 76key-$239

 Power strip and extension cords-$29

 Radial direct box (2)-$200

Clothing-2 sweaters 1 jacket-$150

Pillow and pillow case-$25

Total $7,874

Stolen Gear Update

 Well, we’re 2 ½ weeks past our Detroit Drama, as some have called it. We continue to look on Craiglist and Ebay as well as checking in with the detectives that handle anything that would show up at pawn shops. Our good friend Chuck the drug dealer has said he’s done all he can. As far as insurance we did not have a business policy that we should have had to cover the equipment. Some have suggested I take action against my insurance agent.  I’ve spoken to him about whether this was error and omission on his part, but the next step would be to sue him. I really don’t want to go down that path.

Thank you to all that have contributed to the Fundly account. We have been overwhelmed at everyone’s generosity in this effort.

We are excited to announce that a benefit concert coming up Sunday night November 24th at 6:30 at Charis Christian Center at 720 Elkton Drive Colorado Springs, CO 80907. We want all of you to come.

This is a wild journey and God is in the center of it all. We want to walk arm-in-arm with our brothers and sisters receiving all that we need and giving all that we can. Thanks for being a part.

Jesus makes the Impossible Possible,

Jared Anderson Team

Our Crazy Adventure and Loss

The Story of Our Crazy Adventure and Loss

What a wild ride we’ve been on the last few days. We started October 9^th in Minneapolis and were going to finish the tour Sunday night October 20th in Canton, OH. Friday night the 18^th we were in Warren, Michigan, a suburb of Detroit. The evening couldn’t have gone better. The church overpowered the band in worship.

We went to the hotel about 10 miles away, dropped the van outside at 11:30pm, and a couple of us hopped in with the worship pastor to go get some wings. When Drew and I parked the van and trailer, I saw three young dudes run from the pool building attached the hotel across the parking lot to Applebee’s. It peaked my interest but I moved on.

The next morning lobby call was at 10am to get to Canton. Kyle and I went out to pull the van around. Sinking feelings ensued. You play that in your mind from time to time. This time it was real.

Talked to the hotel staff. Nothing. Called the police, filed the report, and all the guys started making a list of every piece of gear inside the long-gone vehicle. First estimate $75K plus merch.

We called both churches, where we were going and where we’d been. The Detroit fellas loaded up our suitcases and pushed us half way to Canton (we may or may not have stopped at Steak N Shake and soothed the pain with a milkshake). The Canton guys borrowed a van and huffed up to Fremont, OH to rendezvous. On our way a Detroit reported hits me on Twitter, “Heard what happened. Call me cell #____.” Texted a few pics to her and recorded an interview over the phone.

The Canton folks at High Mill loved on us like family. Like salve in a wound. We spent Saturday setting up, Sunday am and pm we worshipped together.

Sunday night after the event I get a call from Jon Nick, the Detroit worship pastor. “We found the van. The news ran the story and got an anonymous tip. Reporter is by the van and police are on their way.” Craziness.

Monday morning everyone was set to fly home except Nathan. He would drive the van and trailer back to Colorado. Instead Kyle, Drew, Kris, Chad, and Jason flew out, I canceled my flight, and the Canton cavalier Jeff drove Nate and I all the way to Detroit at 5am. What a stud!

We arrive at the impound lot. It’s like a third-world prison. Forked over $230 cash. Got in the van, trashed beyond belief. We had picked up some of Megan’s grandfather’s valuables in MN. He passed away in August. Just a few pictures from the keepsake box strewn about. Box gone. Gas station food opened and just tossed everywhere. Foul doesn’t describe. DVD player and stereo gone. Trim ripped out to access the wiring. Driving away we found the muffler was cracked in two. Noisier than a Harley.

Nathan and I thanked Jeff for his help. The van was recovered at 30^th and Rich St. I looked and it was only a mile and a half from the impound lot. We headed that way. This part of Detroit makes Haiti look normal.

We get to the intersection and start driving around looking for our trailer. Then we head to an Auto Zone to get exhaust tape for the muffler. We stop at a gas station and as we’re pumping gas a guy named Chuck hollers over.

“Is that the van that was on the news?”

“Yes.”

“I know the guy that took that.” (I’m not telling word for word, it was more flavorful.)

“Well, we’d like to get our trailer back too.”

“You had a trailer? What was in it?”

“Music equipment.”

“Let me make a phone call………I hate that guy. I would love to get back at him.”

After the call, “Looks like he sold it. I’ll find it. Call me in an hour.”

“How do you know all this stuff?”

“I know everything that goes on in this neighborhood. I’m the dope man.”

So we left. Mind-blown.

I put in a call to a former cop that was at the church that Friday night in Detroit. Josh reached out to me on Facebook and offered to help any way he could. He had gone down the night before to find the van while we waited for the cops. I buzzed him. He told me to go find the auto theft unit at the police station and call Chuck back from there.

I found the detective. I called Chuck back. I said, “Man, I have to be at the airport to go home in two hours. I would love to take care of this now.”

He said, “Its gonna be a day or two. Stay with me.”

Then Nathan took me to the airport.

The van has arrived safely back in Colorado. I’m still texting with dope man but no real information yet. I made a huge mistake in the fact that none of our stuff is covered by a proper insurance policy. It would qualify under personal property home-owners or renters insurance, but since we receive love offerings and honorariums for these nights of worship it needs to be covered under a separate policy.

Integrity Music has been so helpful and is in the process and set up a Fundly page so folks can donate to us. Click here to view. The police have entered several of our equipment serial numbers into the Pawn Shop Anti-Theft System. We’ll see what shows up.

Pray for our team, Chuck the dope man, and whoever “Rabbit on 30^th “ is. Apparently that’s a street name. Chuck said he’s the guy that stole it, and he knows he sold it to a 3^rd party. In the last couple days Chuck’s leads for finding the trailer have dried up. He said everyone is being real “tight-lipped” about it.

We know God is at work in all this. We will rebuild as best we can. Thanks for all your prayers and encouragement.

Blessings,

Jared and Megan

What We Were Before

Three years ago at this time I remember clearly sitting on the bed with Megan in our home in Nashville looking at pictures of the Haiti earthquake on Facebook posted by Katie, our babysitter. She had just left for Haiti 3 days prior to the earthquake and now she was in the middle of rubble. The anguish, the shock, the chaos of something already so fragile being pummeled with such force. It was this time last year Megan and I were returning from Haiti after having met John Diego. We were full of dreams of what it would be like to adopt him and all it would mean for our family. Not knowing what the road would look like but both our hearts not being able to look away or move on as we were before. Today I’m coming back by myself from spending four nights with Christine now 11 months and John Diego coming up on 3 at the end of March. Our paperwork has been in the IBESR office since late August. Once we’re through it should be 5-7 more months. Honestly the first day I arrived I wasn’t sure if I could handle both alone, but the fact that I’m married to Megan means I know what it looks like to essentially run a daycare single-handedly. I rolled up my sleeves, set up two play areas, a bottle station, a changing station, blew up the portable bath tub, organized the food for meals, and strapped on the Ergo carrier. The Haitians at the orphanage were looking at me a little funny and kept saying, “If you need help, just let us know.” (No, not me. I’m fine. This papa can manage.) Both John Diego and Christine are stout in their bellies and midsections but very thin in their arms and legs. They eat like crazy. They poop like it’s the apocalypse. I swear each one took at least 10 diapers and 4 changes of clothes every day. I changed Christine all night long. They are not fed baby food, but rather dishes you would see cooked at a potluck, a starchy mash-concoction. Unlike American kids, these Haitians know how to sleep. Sun down to sun up. No issues (other than fecal Armageddon). I’m seriously thinking about minimizing the lights we turn on after dark to indicate to our household that the day is officially done. All that said, we are in the middle learning how to manage the not-yet, the hope. I don’t know what else to do other than keep going down there to face it head on. Christine is only one, but she is waiting to be unlocked. I see flickers of her come out in the middle of her quiet, wide-eyed calm. John Diego is the deepest little soul with so much expression on his face but so few words coming out to share with us. The hardest part. I had given Christine back to her nanny because of my early flight. It was the last night. John Diego was antsy with Christine being gone and I knew that he knew I would be leaving soon. After he was asleep, I packed up the room, the bottles, the food, the toys, the diapers, and the portable bath tub. About 10 o’clock I woke up to find his legs off the bed. I leaned over and realized he was standing there. He had filled his pants. After I changed him, I laid him back in bed. He sat up. He looked around the room with this look. He saw everything gone and the suitcases by the door. He just sat there and took it in. I saw the sinking feeling. I hurt knowing the pit in that little bloated stomach. I knew he saw the door. I wondered if he would just run. Maybe this whole process is just too hard for him. I would completely understand if he ran. He didn’t run. He let me pick him up. I pulled him into my bed and set my pillow against the wall and let him fall asleep in my lap. In the morning I woke up just before six, picked him up and walked downstairs. I got him a drink of water and Naomi, the head nanny, came into the entryway. I stood for the goodbye, kissed him, told him I love him, and handed him over. I heard the screams down five floors and into the next building where his room is. The thought of doing this over and over doesn’t really appeal to me. Better to have loved and lost than to have never loved all. I get it. But there’s a part of me that would rather not face it and just go down when we know we can take them home. But we can’t wait for that. Not knowing what the road will look like, but both our hearts not being able to look away. We will definitely not be as we were before.