"Rick's Rants"

    ....Just got back from the practice space. We were beginning to write Asassineighbors, my second session, Wally and Brian's first. It represents a thrilling new musical direction for The Horror...Who knows what it will end up like. I'm sleep depped out, and I love my cats. And great art marches on while I doubt everything around me that is not art. Am I doing what I'm supposed to be doing? I'm too tired to do anything else.

     12.10.04   Don't drink too much and play drunk bullshit tricks with me or I'll hate you.

   12.10.04  Cops are getting even for God knows what, all over the world. I've always hated cops. One of our songs, Officer Nightstick, is about a cop gone mad. Well, in live performances, the lyrics stick to a theme but are improvised every time. So, over the years, that's a lot of words about those sick, brutal, lying, mal-adjusted monsters. Over time, I kind of ran out of shit to say, because they hadn't fucked with me in a long time. A kind of writers block. Well pigs will be pigs, because I had to call the cops on my neighbors the other night for excessive noise (because it's the proper way to stop it, unlike slaying them all while laughing) and this pig is all huffy because he first had the wrong address and was confused and inconvenienced to be casing out a closed bar. The fuck up is between the dispatcher and the beat cops, but now the pigs are mad: The dispatcher calls me and says they're outside and can't get in. This is confusing to me, because my entry door has no lock. So I go down and here is our dialogue: "We can't find any source of any noise."  "Really? It's on the forth floor." "We couldn't get in!" "Did you knock on their door?" "There's nobody there!" "Uh, let me show you where it is" (we're walking up my stairs) "We couldn't get in!" "...I don't understand, you are in" (by now the cops are hearing the party) "Get back in your apartment." Then a little while later, they knock on my door. One of the cops is there, while the other one is being followed by two of my neighbors down the stairs to my open door, while telling them: "Don't worry about it, lots of people are partying this time of the year." The cop tells us all, "We spoke to them" my neighbor trys to open a forum with me about what part of his huge, drunken, body slamming, screaming, bad music blasting gathering is bothering me, and says," Sir. ..hey," as I'm closing my door on all of this. At least at this point the pig was gracious enough to tell him not to bother me.

    In case you don't know, on a noise complaint, the cops are supposed to inform the partiers that there has been a noise complaint,  to turn it down, and if they get called back an arrest will be made. They're not supposed disclose who called, for the safety of the complainant. The evening's events started the beer in the mailbox adventures. I hate cops. I'm re-inspired to hate them. I was going to give you the pig's name, but somebody might show him how to work a computer, and then it's a billy club to the temple, over and over. He was however fat, with a beard...and his name was Calloway. Nice work, my little evidence planters.

    12.11.04  I went out to The Alehouse to see Confusatron last night. I'd like to take this opportunity to talk about Doug Porter, guitar player for Confusatron. Doug is one of the biggest unsung heroes we have here in Portland. Doug's band suffers from the same thing my band suffers from. We don't as of yet have a huge following that gives club owners that warm fuzzy feeling. The quality of our shows is guaranteed, but club owners need to count on a filled up room of drink buyers. It will come in time. Or not. We'll be huge after we're dead. Back to Doug. I can never get enough of the live Confusatron experience. It really moves me. There's depth and passion in the music, not to mention the technical prowess. Doug is a phenomenal composer, guitarist, and singer. His band mates Jason and Adam have their work cut out for them keeping up with him. They're well suited for the task. Each one of them is a prodigy in his own right. Doug is humble to a fault, as is the way so often with truly great musicians. If I had Doug's guitar chops, I'd wave them in your face. I believe I've had an influence on Doug. I work with him, and in the mornings before we open, I subject him to my cynicism and evil. Someday I'll have him throwing around some of the rage I know is there deep inside. You should buy my buddy Doug's album. Click here, and take a look at it, or at least check out a music video. Click on my favorite one: Thunderbush.  Confusatron's web site is pageofterror.com. It's a fun site. They didn't pay me to say any of this. I'm super picky with music, and Confusatron is one of the few local bands I actually get excited about.

    12.10.04  There's nothing better than a great Eggbot show. Eggbot

    12.10.04  1:55am  I put pork rinds in my mushroom soup and they crackled like Rice Krispies. It was delicious.

    12.20.04  Aliens are like Cops... They show up, terrify you, then haul you away.

    1.25.05  Well, it's a new year so why don't you fuck off. Hey, Rope Eyes debuted on WMPG's 'local Motives' on Jan. 7th and it was awesome. It was improvised speed metal/ambient with Jason, Ian, Douggie, and me. Here's a couple of places to check it out: Kill and Maim. I know it's only rock and roll but I hate you.

    2.20.05  You can't make everybody happy. You'll be lucky if you can make yourself happy. Here's what I like (not in order)....Pot, Porn, Real Sex, Guns, Late 50's to Late 70's Cars with engines altered for speed with no outward evidence, Black Leather waistcoats. Nagirizushi with tuna and salmon, sliced ginger, wasabi,  and soy sauce, Root Beer, Lobster, Pig, Cow, 900 other foods, Great Movies (like the one I'm half watching now, Jaws), My Cats, Twisted Roots, Secret Chiefs 3, The Pixies, (to be continued)

     3.18.05  I'm obsessed with MySpace.com. All those pretty faces. All those pretty lies. Or disturbing truths. Band Links, sluts, cutters, my friends along side all these crazy fucks, sincere cool thirty-somethings, they're in there too. Hi, I'm going to sit in this chair and look at everybody in the country, and I won't obsess, not me, not a chance. I don't want people to find me fascinating, not me...I hate that. A pure grasping little obsession, right in my lap. Oh and you can beat off to it too. Of course, if you wrote girl on a can, I could beat off to that too. Go ahead, go see Rick on MySpace. Oh, and don't drop me a friend request unless I already know you, or you're hot, or truly fascinating.

     3.29.05  I've been on MySpace all that time. Easy, girls, easy! There's enough of me to let everyone down!

     4.11.05  I believe that I feel rage more acutely than most people. It's not the rage, it's trying to find ways to dispel it that wears on me. If I could just react immediately, savagely, with full passion, I would feel great, and be in prison.