Let Boyd Rice tell it like it is
 

Re-discovered this little gem while sorting out some of my records.Funny,cynical and evil.

Boyd Rice- People
http://www.badongo.com/file/1984702

Dear God:
Thank you for Boyd Rice.
Truly,
SC

Amen.

Ahh. This guy's crazy. My d/l just finished. Thanks

He is indeed full of himself like someone who can allow himself that sort of luxury can be.

Now you've lost me.I like the pics on your website,by the way.I've listened to some of the music but i need more time to go through all of it and absorb it.

Boyd Rice is, in many ways, politically antithetical to me. Nonetheless, he's one of the very few people in music to sucessfully articulate a radical position. Certainly no-one on the left has suceeded that I can think of. He's acecore.

I would gladly piss on him until he died, and then dance on his grave. The bastard.

Yeah!
He talks about stuff.
And writes about stuff.
And knows how to articulate himself in a manner that is both intelligent and provocative.
What a jerk.

Why?

I suppose i'm not the only one who doesn't miss a certain dry humor in his work?When i listen to Boyd Rice i can't help but do it with an evil smile on my face.

Indeed. Brilliantly, peerlessly* so I would say. I still disagree with him, but I value open, intelligent debate more than I do my own opinions.

*within music. Obviously, outside of music there are a million people being far more provocative.

I definitely can listen to Non and appreciate the music without thinking about the fuck that made it, but I find his psuedo-fascist/satanist poser intellectualism to be downright boring. This is not lessened by his tendency to later deny he ever did, said, or belonged to every hokey viewpoint he temporarily embraces to appear "extreme". His "politics" is basically that of a 13 year old boy reading Nietzsche for the first time on acid. Why that inspires people to worship him, I have no idea, except that they must be even emptier than he is.

My wife struck up an internet friendship with Lisa "Suckdog" Carver, and I had the odd experience of making her dinner before her "reading" of Drugs Are Nice at Dunes in Portland. While we were waiting outside for the club owner to arrive, Lisa became convince that Boyd was there stalking her, and was using me to hide behind. That was certainly very strange, though I'm not sure that she wasn't hallucinating, like we all can when we are in the "territory" where crazy exes are ascendant.