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 Due
to tough zoning laws, Ric Browde spent his early years moving
around the United States and Europe. While attending
university Browde formed his first rock and roll band, the
Amateur Gynecologists. Unfortunately, Browde was not very good
– in fact he was downright awful – as both a
guitarist and singer, which of course means that he landed
himself a record deal.
Thankfully the record company
came to its senses and the album was never released and Browde
found himself taking odd jobs to make ends meet; teaching
English to foreigners (His students can be instantly
recognized by their unique pronunciation patterns; for
instance, they tend to think the word ‘hello’ is a
homonym for “I need to have sex with you right now);
writing music for porno movies, and working as a roadie while
waiting for his big break in the music industry.
His break
did come in the form of Ted Nugent. Somehow Browde managed to
fast talk his way into being the assistant and later full-on
producer of the popular guitarist, working on seven albums
including Double Live Gonzo, Scream Dream, and Intensities.
After leaving Nugent, Browde was producing the
debut album W.A.S.P., when the Scorpions brought him to
Germany to produce and co-write two albums with the German
heavy metal band Victory. He then moved back to the United
States and despite having a reputation for being a “garbage
producer” had a string of hits, both as a writer and
producer for bands including Poison, whose Browde-produced
first album, Look What the Cat Dragged In, sold over five
million copies, Joan Jett, whose Up Your Alley, sold over two
million copies, Faster Pussycat and the Dogs D’Amour.
Browde has recorded thirty six albums to date and sold over
twenty million records earning eight platinum and eleven gold
records.
Having been involved in the music for a 20
years Browde felt it was time to do something different with
his life and wrote the cult favourite novel, While I’m
Dead…Feed the Dog in 1994 – and following it with
the sequel “Son of God…The Sequel” which
shall be released just as soon as a certain bastard with a
room temperature IQ falls off his wallet and gives Ric a
suitcase of cash in non-sequentially numbered small
denomination bills...which should happen really soon if the
aforesaid certain person ever wants to avoid the publication
of a picture of him in a dress having sex with a German
Shepherd!
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