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07-06-2008, 10:01 AM
Rozz Rezabek on Courtney
MySpace.com - ThE ReZaBeK LoG.. - 99 - Male - PORTLAND, Oregon - www.myspace.com/rezabek
After a night of Myspacing I found out that good old Rezabek has a zillion of blogs on Myspace. He's currently at #603.
And guess what; he's still blogging about Courtney
, calling her 'the Guy from Creed'. It's a fun read, especially when you compare his stories to Courtney
's. The first story is a slightly different version of the Poppy Z. Brite story.
Originally Posted by Rezabek
..603..guy from creed,lisa lust,me and the gypsy fortune teller
I was of the opinion I had already mentioned this story in a blog way back when..but for those of you kind of new to the rezabek log...I will tell it again as briefly as possible...
it was in the mid 80's...I had already left portland to SF and by late 85 I stopped fighting it...the guy from creed would come around for two or three days at a time for pill binges,brandy and tea at the fulton street place...she would always leave eventually an so long as I didnt shun her,there would be no drama with broken windows,kicked in doors, and the police...
Lisa Lust was a meek receptionist for ROUGH TRADE records who dressed all in black and had her ***** hair shaved in a swastika...I blogged about that a zillion years ago too...
I dont know how the 3 of us ended up together (I think GUY FROM CREED was trying to encourage me and lisa lust to hook up as an in to ROUGH TRADE records..) up on haight street one afternoon...but we did...
THE GUY FROM CREED had gotten a trust fund check and was insisted we walk up this narrow long stairway by the old I-BEAM club to see a gypsy fortune teller....she looked just like the cliche gypsy with the crystal ball pictured on her sandwich boards down on the street...
I know Im in the minority here...but I dont go for any of that mumbo-jumbo (to me its as dumb as scientology) hocus pocus stuff...yes dear readers...I know all of you..well 99% put some stock in astrology,numerology, Tarot and the like..but for me..Its hard to keep a straight face around a "reading"...coz I believe in science...and science alone...
so it was my first time and she did her 3 card monty with the tarot deck and threw down a bunch of cards in sequence and then turned some over..and then shuffled around in a dramatic flashy fashion...she laid out a series of cards for each of us and winced as if in pain closing her eyes tight recieving magical inspirational messages from the gods...
I could hardly keep a straight face when she gave us the verdict...no...I think I smirked or perhaps broke into guffaws....
she looked into my eyes and said..."You have twin spheres,...auras of gold and silver that circle you...and all those who are close to you will become rich, but you never will"....she nodded and then added "but dont worry,you'll be okay"
next she turned to the GUY FROM CREED and said nonchalantly..."You,..you have an inordinate need to POCCESS or DESTROY everything around you...and that will cause you great pain one day"
then she turned to mousy little Lisa Lust and addressed her curtly,."and you...YOU will always be lonely!".it was almost an afterthought...and Lisa looked more downtrodden than ever with her goth pout and pale white skin accentuated by all the black clothing...
that was the first time I had a tarot reading...and unfortunately,..not the last..maybe fortune tellers have some divine inspiration..or maybe their just good guessers...or maybe they just take your twenty dollars and say what they think you want to hear...or scare you into coming back for another "reading"..
my point is...if I dont believe in any of the major religions...why would I believe in the dark arts?.or a whole series of assumptions based on when I was born?..if I believe in anything..it is angels...angels guiding over us..but even that is hard to swallow...
Originally Posted by Rezabek
the initial incident at the METROPOLIS CLUB was where I became actually full blown aware of the guy from Creed...as you can see from pictures#50-and 51 on page 3..that guy from creed was aware of,..and following me around college apparently...and I thought I was suffering the same mental fate as my brother...I became very paranoid I was being followed in college...I kept seeing this figure in dark clothes holding a dark scarf to his face and dissappearing around a corner every time I turned around..
what kind of person goes to england to see thier rockstar beau (julian cope) for his birthday and writes a letter to himself about stalking "ROZZ" around a small community college in portland oregon?I mean that is kinda-sorta bonkers...you travel across the pond,..a CONTINENT away from Portland in merry olde ENGLAND, where you write a letter to yourself and mail it to your hometown ,..PORTLAND...The handwriting and aerogram are self authenticating thanks to the dirty blonde book...
even stranger is how the letter fell out of a book( the waterbabies) in 2000 like some kind of divine reveal...trumping my existing concepts on when that whole mess started...its kinda creepy..when you think about it...to know I was on someones radar like that....me walking around college ..unaware..except to believe my mind is slipping into paranoid madness....but this story isnt bout that...
anyhuzen ...so the first time wasnt really the first time we met..the face to face at the METROPOLIS...the famous"Green checkered pants incident" happened in very early november of 1982 and it wasnt about a week later when I got a strange package at my place..
now I was already recieving some notoriety as the lead singer of THEATRE OF SHEEP and had recieved cards and letters,little gifts and articles of clothing on my doorstep before...but this one was a little different..
inside a huge manila envelope were 3 items....and the remains of two dying red roses.......and the ABSOLUTE STENCH of a perfume I would come to know well...OSCAR DE LA RENTA...the hair on the back of my neck stands up to this day when I smell that sickly sweet aroma...it reminds me of the whole "being stalked" thing....
ITEM NUMBER 1; was the lovely watercolor painting of me....it wasnt until Myspace when I saw the image side by side with the willamette week cover shot that I realized just how good it was at capturing the essence...despite the original being gone ...I still have copies and a digital picture of it...when I saw that I was intrigued....
ITEM #2 was a tiny ziplock plastic drug bag with a locket of copper colored hair and cut out letters from a newspaper like a hostage note...R-O-Z-Z....I fumbled with the little bag and opened it..it appeared to be a locket of my own hair...odd...i wondered how it got from my head into this little bag...there was a little red ribbon tied around it.....interesting....hmmmmm....I would recieve this identical item (locket of hair/ribbon/r-o-z-z in random letters) in a similar tiny drug bag a couple years later in a package from taipei containg the ivory name stamps...long story longer..
ITEM #3the third item was a little black velour spring hinged jewelry box ..."cool "I thought...when I opened it ..tucked in the little diagonal slot where the ring or earrings usually are...was 2 tuinals..
or seconals..Im not really sure ..I seem to remember it being seconals.. but I know from hindsight..and the empty bottles that the guy from Creed was getting tuinal,not seconal from dr. Bloch out in beaverton around that time frame november 82? i think....I dont know..LSL i digress
long story longer...The note that came with this menagerie of strange items said simply "meet me at the top of the back fire escape stairway behind the Broadway Theatre at midnight ....
no, I really had no Idea who had written the note,..no, there were alot of girls doing strange things to get my attention back then and I had no idea the obnoxious Guy from Creed I had met a week earlier would be capable of painting such a beautiful painting..or scoring barbituates like seconal or tuinal...
three very interesting items in a very creative package..so I was impressed..the big X signing the note appeared to be blood and it was a cut above the usual love poems and daisies I would get on my porch..this was sophisticated and worth a look-see....so That night ..under the bleary effects of the potent medication I snuck downtown from my apartment in northwest taking the darkest least travelled streets the whole way...
it was a perplexing challenge...my curiousity got the best of me as I shared a bottle of champagne with friends at my flat up in northwest that evening...the strange invitation ran thru my head".MEET ME ON THE BACK STAIRS..." and I just had to...but I wouldnt have..if I had any Idea...it was the annoying ***** "DJ" from the metropolis club gig...really..that was the last person I would have wanted to be my secret admirer.
I made the long climb up the very lengthy metal stairway to the upper balcony fire exits of the dilapidated old movie theatre across from the old PARAMOUNT NORTHWEST..now the Snitzer....I sat there and looked at my watch...I shouldnt have had that champagne on top of the pills..I was woozy..it was 12;15
when I saw the Guy from Creed at the bottom of the stairs I didnt put two and two together ...she said "Hi" and I said "get out of here"..she started up the clunky echoing stairway towards me..her bulky frame was dressed all in black.."Seriously ..get lost..Im meeting someone!"..."vamoose"...and yet she continued slowly clomping up the sturdy metal stairwell...
I remembered our contentious shouting match at the gig a week earlier...I would never forget that hideous face...what was SHE doing here?...it really was like a scene out of a movie coz I just DIDNT GET IT....She was here to see me ...she was that Guy from Creed...she was the eloquent mysterian behind the strange wonderous package..
I cringed ..almost nauseous when I realized the mysterious X who had so totally impressed me with the sterling invitation was the obnoxious chubby goth know it all fake accent ***** from the club incident at the MET..."I been waiting, watching you from across the street...youre late.." she stammered, with much less attitude than our last meeting..her voice was softer than I remembered..
there was actually two incidents that night a week earlier at the met...Orrin(big red..as he was called) started a fire in a garbage can and everyone had to escape outside for twenty minutes so they could air the place out....after a horribly crowded and technical difficulties laden show...I was sitting on stage relaxing as brian broke down his drumset...and then came the drink in the face and the scathing review from the hideous nubile crohn that would be dubbed THE GUY FROM CREED in the new millenium..
And I sat there."I mean it.. get lost..your the last person I would ever want to talk to ...EVER..."....mad at myself..and now kind of feeling bad..as she her face came into view under the bare white light on the fire escape I could see that her eyes were teary..my harsh words had cut deep apparently as she reached me she pulled a bottle of champagne from her bag and bent over and with what begin as a quick peck on the lips ..began to clumsily thrust her tongue down my throat..."whoah, easy tiger" I pushed her away, careful not to send her down the long stairs backwards..instead I kind of spun her around to sitting beside me on the cold metal ..."lets have some champagne"
and we did,..and we talked.. I tried to make it amicable..I didnt need any enemies...especially this chick who apparently had thought about me and my "career" a whole lot more than I had..so she talked..for four hours..and then we went our seperate ways that night...but we would meet again....
and thats the "heart shaped box" of my seduction..I was and am to this day impressed by the painting done by a barely eighteen year old Guy from Creed..the other items..well , the seconal just showed that she had done her homework on me...and the locket of hair with the newspaper letters spelling R-O-Z-Z in hostage note lettering...well that was just a tad creepy...I dont know who cut a lock of my hair and when..but it was very fine..and very copper colored...Im quite certain it was mine...
I know this may differ from other published accounts, most notably freida pluggs "princess of krunk" memoir but this is my story and Im stickin' to it ..that version is a rendition from Ms Pluggs notes from my oral history reccounted over many ****tails over a week trip to new york in early march 1995...heresay of heavily medicated tapas bar conversations...
after I pulled my cooperation from the "princess of krunk" book ms.plugg went ahead using her drunken memories of my oral history accounts of that crazy period of time in the 80's...overall,..at least she didnt make me out to be a malicious cretinous monster as the Guy fromCreed did in the authorized biography that came out...
the really horrible lies that are hurtful and embarrassing to my family is the main reason i got on myspace..My voice is as loud and resonating as any celebrity chatter..myspace has leveled the playing field ..people cant just smear you any more...a pulpit of my own ...to provide a counterbalance to all the garbage and lies that people seem to take at face value as the whole truth ..and nothing but the truth..when actually...nothing could be further from the truth...ciao
p.s.if your new to my blog your probably quite confused by now,...heres the deal ..names have been changed for my own amusement ...and as a benign deception to provide legal cover,...but mainly for humorous reasons...to give my blog a cliquish quality to those who "GET IT" and leaves curious outsiders trying to figure out the silly nuances....long story longer...boys just wanna have fun too............happy mothers day to svetlana,pammie,shelli and the rest of my friends whove taken the parenthood plunge
He has pictures to go along with the last story.
Sorry for this suuuperlong post, but I just wanted to share 'cause I loved reading this. Ssssht.
Last edited by -Jo; 07-06-2008 at 10:08 AM.
07-06-2008, 10:05 AM
This is the package Courtney
sent Rozz from Taipei where she was stripping:
07-06-2008, 10:14 AM
hahaha the guy from creed.
07-06-2008, 11:50 AM
Yeah, I enjoyed reading both quotes in full. I enjoyed the style and fluidity of his script. That said, I have no idea wtf he is waffling on about so its all kinda like kissing glitter lips.
07-06-2008, 11:50 AM
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