Richard "Rock" John Priske is a frisky fella. He was born on August 29th, 1969 (for all you ladies out there) in Maple Ridge(?). Did he live in Vancouver at that time though? Only the lonely know. 1969 was the year of the Rooster. He's one frisky egg-laying rooster isn't he? He is also a Virgo (for all you fine ladies out there) and is therefore associated with signs of the Earth and the planet Mercury. When he was in elementary school, he started out throwing pebbles everywhere he went. As he grew and entered highschool, the pebbles grew to become rocks. That's why he's called "Rock." He's not strong enough to throw boulders.

Before joining the Matthew Good Band, he was a member of The Real Mackenzies. With this band, he danced around with pink hair and a kilt and played drums. He's a talented guy, able to play bass (but only for a month before joining up with MGB), drums as mentioned, and keyboards. He's also played with Bif Naked and DSK. But even before those bands, he had to pose for "Mennonite Monthly" just to pay the bills. Soon enough, with the money from that job, he was able to purchase an eyelining pencil that he had always wanted in order to get his goatee perfect. When he had his goatee exactly the way he wanted it, he worked as a salesman selling temporary goatees until he got a job as a valet. And that's where he met Mr. Good. Mr. Good said "Hey, kid." Mr. Priske said "Whoa, you're that janitor from the Matthew Good Band video!" and from that point on, they became the best of friends.

In Rich's spare time, he collects old spandex shorts from his elementary school friends. What he does with them? One can only speculate that they are part of some intricate plan too massive for our normal human brains to comprehend -- as it has been documented that only the he has managed to double the size of his brain -- a plan so massive that it would destroy the very nervous system of cockroaches (therefore destroying the entire species which has survived nuclear holocausts) if Rich happened to stumble on his extension wires in the kitchen causing the waffle maker to spill the moon-waffle batter onto the floor. That wouldn't be pretty now would it?