INTERVIEW WITH A MOTHERFUCKER
Smutstrutter VS. Richie Goodtimes
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What does it take to be a motherfucker? Ask one! And, if you ask me, it isn’t easy! For starters, sheltered corpse-fucking Ed Gein mamma boys need not apply! It certainly can’t hurt, though if you stand out in a crowd, like some deranged, loner reject with intent to kill. “Freelance Viking Berzerker,” Richie Goodtimes spends his days in San Francisco, like any motherfucker would, killing time by making rock art posters. Some might argue if he’s just another typical art type in Frisco, until they realize he’s anything but artsy or typical. Singled-out as Melvin’s spokes-artist, he’s been taken in under Frank Kozik’s wing, and supports many of the same bands from Man's Ruin.

“He's the father I never would have had if I didn't actually have a dad,” Richie states about Frank. For a man who does a whole lot of nothing, Richie Goodtimes has a whole lot of nothing to say.

“Personally I don't think my work is offensive. It's not offensive to the people it's meant for. Seeing as how I don't believe in much of anything and I feel like an outsider, I guess the only people who should be offended are people who do believe in stuff and are stupid enough to think that I actually care enough about their beliefs to offend them. I make a lot of nothing. The ones who get it and take it at face value as what it really is, which really is nothing but ideas and a juxtaposition of shit that I think looks cool.”

Born in Los Angeles, he lived there until he was seventeen, and then moved to Philly. It was here, and over ten years ago, he would develop his name and reputation for being the bringer of beer to parties. From there on out, it has been nothing, but goodtimes for Richie. You can find Richie in his favorite San Francisco neighborhood bar called Pop’s where he devotes a lot of his artistic drinking ability. His idea of a goodtime consists of “bypassing the schmucks in the beer line” and “free Budweiser.” He digs hot chicks, and hot chicks dig him. High School may have been different story, for he has claims to have been a derelict.

“It's not the extinction of humanity which brings me joy. The events leading up to the extinction of humanity is where I think the party is at.”

Richie Motherfuckin' Goodtimes certainly isn’t sitting around twiddling his thumbs waiting for it. However, one could conclude through these mind-fucking posters, he is merely a beer-drinkin' visonary portraying it. He has art to make, religions to break, and hard-hittin’ heavy slabs of rock to intake. Ideas flow out of him constantly, while he’s apt to copyright his diarrhea. When it comes to rock flyers, he translates the dates with sacreligious nuns in heels and maybe a transexual jesus all on a Macintosh. You can usually find his quirky face in them somewhere, too.

 

“I only work for bands I relate to. I couldn't do what I do otherwise. I've passed up the opportunity to work for bands that have relatively bigger names which would have been pretty lucrative based solely on the fact that I didn't care for what they were about. It wouldn't have been authentic. Authenticity is important to me. I like the real deal. I like things that just are. I don't like things that are manufactured to be like something that it’s not.”
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-Smutstrutter, known motherfuckeress