Name: Rich

Role in Band: Bassist

Personal Bio:

So this is my personal bio eh? Seems cozy enough, *pats the comma coushin's to make sure they are all in place, and sprawls himself among them* Well let us begain shall we? To make a long story short, and uncomplicated. *coughs "John, John!"* I will begin by stating the thus facts.
I only know of a few things, beyond that I get tired of thinking about them. I know about a few "S"'s
Sex
Slavery
seduction
six
and it seems my life has been wrought about these. Sex is sex. No need to explain. Slavery is trust, trust is love, and that's probably life. Seduction is like slavery but willing, and six only comes 3 times.
Can't say I'm a god fearing man, but I am not going to condemn, or condone something I haven't tried, or know anything about. *sighs*
I actually don't have that much to say, I suppose if one wanted to learn more about my thoughts then they could pick up some of my poetry sometime *hopefully I can get an on-line notebook up and linked?* I'm much more of a live-storyteller I suppose, I like to tell my life at the moment, at the question. I like to link stories together from others, I like manneurisms, and looks and gestures *I believe this is why I fall in love way to easy*
As for my position in the band, well i'll do my best to explain. While my companions may be the main composers, I've been unproudly linked to the title of "Sir Lol", i'm the resident sloth, expert in lethargy, connosieur of naps and hurt fingers. I am probably the least talented of the group. BUT! I do try as much as my time allows, and if worse comes to worse I can always do some erotic dancing to make up for lost time, and practice. And I think that sums up everything in my nutshell, play bass/get drunk/part-ay/work/work/6/6/6
I'll leave this comma coushin with a few lines of poetry, enjoy!

Shadows are coming...
whispers of a last time.
A last rolling embrace, that comes with the tide.
A moonlit current, of thrusting bodies,
and ravished sheets.
I wanted you all over again.
But you wouldn't have me.
None of me at all....

You're my cloud of desire,
always hanging around these days.
Nights of endless envy, filled with a crimson dread.
of a morning that will wipe you away,
skeletal remains are all that's left.
A skeleton of a perfect love, a lasting love,
a love that's already dead

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Paranoia
slipping through skins.
Writhing in the sheets, of a choking grin.
The masks of your fathers, are just gleaming before me.
Hide
run,
slipping through flesh filled faces, once again.

But before you can see me,
I am gone again.
Just a ghost, living other people's lives.
A puppet on strings,
dancing for me.
But the masks I was hiding under,
are broken to you.
Cracked with the crimson,
of a bleeding betrayal.
But the safety nets, I had for you are gone now.
Lost beneath the wings,
of a foul stenched demon,
and I run, and hide
and slip through, other people's lives.
You wont see me, before I am gone.

Opaque,
slipping through faces.
Crowds in the tunnels,
of the veins on the corpses.
Of past loves, and past hopes,
and past failures, for you to see.
Run
hide,
slipping through blood stoned skins, once again.

but before you can touch me
I have vanished.
Just another shroud,
for what cannot be.
just another failure,
for you to see.
Just another broken promise,
on a mound covering corpses,
people that should be moving.
People that should be breathing.

Crosses that should be burning.
In the bird's eye
that's all there is to see.
In my minds eye
that is all there is to see.
Just another broken crusader,
that found emptiness in the end.
Just another dream,
that I ought to be dying in.
Just another love
that should have had one more chance again.
And just another fist,
smashing into the faces again.
Breaking down the masks, that hide me from you.
One more silence, that goes unbroken between us.
Because I am lying on your coffin,
oh can't you read.

There was a time, when it was just us. Jon, and myself I mean. Jon has been the only person, that I can link to the title of "lifelong companion". He is my brother, my oldest friend, and it was with our dreamy heads, that started this band, in the adolescent summer of 95. Filled with visions of Vampires, and wet dreams. We had a lot of dreams then! I wanted to be the frontman, the vocalist. And Jon, well Jon wanted to be the drummer, believe it or not. My younger brother David, had been playing drums for quite some time, and began teaching Jon percussion basics, and the like on that long ago summer. It also became quickly apparent that David, would make a much more apt drummer than Jon, and Jon, could actually sing ! (where my skills happened to be quite lacking) So it became the 3 of us rather quickly. David bought some guitar tab, for our favorite band, The Cure, and Jon picked up the guitar that he was willing to sell, not that long before. I got my hands, on a rusty, and crumbling bass guitar, and we set to work. Needless to say, WE SUCKED!! But it was those early practices, and auditions for shows that never flew, that set the creative waters, that formed our growing cohesivness. We looked into several names for the band, first starting with Euphoria, then Nympholeptia, and finally we settled on being "the band" for quite a long time. We have met some interesting people to include in our line-up, along the way.

We once had a dear friend name Robyn,
but she flew away.
We once had a Chris Vezzeti,
but he wasn't destined to stay.
We once had a pianist named Julie,
but it was only one wedding, before she was gone.
And we once had a guy named Justin,
but to him, we could never dedicate a song.

I'll probably never forget them, temporary as they were. Collin, Julie, Chris, Justin, Robyn, dear Robyn. We even had a Larry for a few days.

Well by the time these people had their moments of fame, my brother had met a long haired rebel, named John. John, is a John, and always will be a John. He's our keyboardist now. Temporary? I hope not, interesting fellow, he is indeed.

Lastly there is an Isaac. Yes, an Isaac, he seems to much like a prophecy to me, something too biblical, too good to be true. Where did the mysterious Isaac come from? Arabia, Mexico, Khcethcken? Seems he just plopped out of the sky for me. But it is us 5 now. Jon, David, John, Isaac, and myself. And I hope we continue, to grow together, to play together, and to be together. This is our music, this is us, enjoy the rest of this site!!