My name is Scott Kulicke, and I perform music under the name Juliette in Seattle. Last week, someone broke into my car and stole the musical instruments and audio equipment that make Juliette possible. I want to rebuild, and I want to continue making music. Everything you see in that picture is gone.

When I moved to Seattle, I wanted to join a band and make a specific kind of dance music. But I didn't know anyone making music - so I decided to teach myself all of the instruments and do it myself. I bought my first synthesizer, I borrowed my brother's guitar, I bought a cheap drum machine, and I started Juliette in a poorly lit basement.

7 years later, I've gotten to do things I never even entertained as possibilities. I play disco DJ sets late into the night, I've filled Neumos with people dancing to my music, I've gotten to share the stage with three of the most talented singers in the city. I've played Neumos, I've played the Crocodile, I've played festivals for crowds of thousands. I've gotten to give new artists that I love stage time and platform, and I've gotten to become part of a community of artists that genuinely care for each other's wellbeing. And no one got to see the countless late nights spent noodling on songs that never went anywhere, or how comforted I was being able to close my door and turn knobs on a synth, or how many times my therapist forced me to acknowledge that this project has become something I love immensely.

And the only way I've been able to do all of this as a solo artist is with my small mountain of equipment. I know it's just stuff, but it was my favorite stuff in the world.

I'll take every bit of help I can get putting this back together. I don't know if I'd replace every single piece of equipment 1 to 1, but below is a list of the items stolen - as well as an explanation about what they meant.

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The Bass: starting on the hardest one. I've played bass since I was 15, and it's the only instrument I consider myself genuinely good at. I bought this bass as a present to myself right after I graduated college in 2014, and since then it has changed almost entirely: a new natural body, new wiring, new pickups. It was the only bass I owned for most of 10 years, I played every Juliette show and recorded every Juliette song on it, and I never once worried about it. I loved this bass. When I filed my police report for the stolen items, it asked for a serial number for the bass: I realized it didn't have one, because at this point it was an entirely unique instrument. It wasn't part of a series - it was mine.

Dave Smith Instruments Prophet Rev2: The Prophet was the first real synth I ever bought. Most of my favorite artists used it all the time: all the synth on the first Jungle album, everything James Blake, that whole first HONNE album. I just said "I want to sound exactly like them." Learning synthesis changed the way I think about sound. Loved this thing.

Roland TR-8S: the drum machine. I have a decent internal clock, but I'm physically terrible at moving, and the mechanics of playing drums were so far beyond me. So the drum machine allowed me the comfort of knowing that the drum thing was covered, and there was one less thing to think about.

Side note: if you're thinking of buying this drum machine or its predecessor - the TR-8 had a glitchy MIDI clock, and would mess up everything it was sync-ing. The TR-8S was perfect, and never caused me a second of trouble.

Akai APC40 MK2: this is just a big, wonderful MIDI controller. It controlled the brain of the live show: when I wanted to start recording a loop, or trigger some new drum sounds, or adjust the volume of a track that was too loud - it happened here. However, this one was particularly sentimental. Two summers ago, the afternoon before a show at Bad Bar, mine broke. I too was broke, and could not afford a replacement in time. My friends knew this, and all chipped in to get me a new one just in time for the show. For a fully stock MIDI controller, this one was special.

Amdek PCK-100: this will only make sense for the people who've seen the live show, but: that little box that I whack with my hand and it makes the bird chirp sounds or the big disco laser sounds? That's this box. This box was the homie.

Focusrite Clarett 4pre: nothing really sentimental here. This is an audio interface: you can't just plug your guitar into your computer, you need to plug it into a fancy box and that plugs into your computer. This was the fancy box, and it had all the jacks I needed.

Flight Cases: you know that big red case that I use as a table? Big Red? Have you ever seen me load in or out, and I was carrying a case so humongous that I was unable to talk to you because I couldn't breath? That's these. I'm amazed the thieves could lift these.

Pedals: I'm not going to list them all out, but I had some killer pedals, and the best of them were gifts from my siblings or bought used from friends. They made me sound better than I deserved.

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I'll be back regardless. After I got robbed I didn't ever ask if I would keep going with this project - it was all just a question of how. However long it takes, there'll be another show. I don't know how and I don't know the details, but I want that first show back to be somewhere new, free to everyone, and surrounded by all my co-conspirators.

Every little bit helps. If you can't donate, share this; if you don't want to share, just shoot me a message saying hi; if you don't want to say hi, just know that I'm thankful you've even made it this far in the post.

-Scott (Juliette)

I would love any bit of help - but I also want to acknowledge that I've already received some very meaningful help: