When Richie Teeter joined the Dictators he was a few years older and already married, which instantly made him more mature than the group of nihilistic, knuckleheads that recorded ‘The Dictators Go Girl Crazy’. Suddenly we had a responsible guy who could keep a beat, sing like a bird and provide a solid foundation that never wavered.
When the music business snubbed our first album I was determined to write songs that would allow me entrance into their exclusive club… naively assuming I actually belonged there. Richie’s voice and rock-hard drumming upped our game and provided the sheen that enabled The Dictators to finally garner some radio play.
I wouldn’t say he totally embraced The Dictators lifestyle but we bonded over our intense love for all things music. Richie was way
more accepting than me, appreciated everything from anarchic British punk to wimpy pop to German prog-rock. His taste was so genuine and authentic that I wouldn’t even make fun of him when he listened to Genesis. He wasn’t concerned with trends; he just honestly loved an amazingly wide assortment of sounds.
My last communication with Richie was his request for a vinyl copy of the Dictators compilation “Everyday is Saturday. Unsurprisingly, he told me he had given up on CD’s and was only listening to music on vinyl. I knew he was going through treatments for esophageal cancer but his ‘gonna beat it’ attitude disguised the difficult stage he was really at.
Richie was quite possibly the nicest guy I ever met which makes it even more depressing to acknowledge that he is the first member of the expanded Dictators family to pass away. We beat the odds for so long but time’s relentless march takes no prisoners… it was great to know and play with you my friend, we won’t forget.