The official, previously untold  (unless you happen to be  family or friends)            
                     Rick Anderson Story.

I've worn a lot of different hats in my life, but my drummer's hat is probably the one I've had the most fun at, while at the same time working harder than I ever have before! Like a lot of kids I took up drumming because my mom made me pick an instrument. So I figured drums would annoy her the most, but my dad just soundproofed my room!!  Lo and behold, darn if I didn't fall in love with them.
After getting out of the Air Force I went out to California to visit my folks. Driving back to New England, where I had grown up, I got the urge to turn right... and ended up in Colorado. I spent the winter riding ranch fenceline, with nothing to keep me company but my dog and my horse, (but that's another hat , another story) before I did make it home. I roamed the East coast with a couple of great  "almost but not quite got that first hit " groups as their sound technician, practicing  my own playing only once in a while. "Things" fell through as personalities and life's roadblocks got in the way.  A wandering, let-down feeling persisted, despite my efforts to enjoy life. I  don't know what I was expecting...a miracle?  I'd had money, drugs, girls and  some fame and success,  but I'd also suffered the loss of a child , betrayal by "friends" and relationships that couldn't and didn't last. I really  figured life and people were a bitter pill you had to swallow. Then I hooked up with a couple who were the genuine article; what they had was what I wanted: a real attitude and a meaning for what life was about. They told me what they had was a who...with a name...Jesus.  I met my wife, who had been singing with them for a year or so and we got married.  The four of us started  the Christian Rock group "Clockwork",  who I still play with today. I had a son (ok,ok, my WIFE had my son).  I also worked at my second love, police work, until a knee injury put me on the side-lines. Here I was again, sitting on my couch having a  crisis over my future.  Well, God wasn't done with me yet, and with a lot of support from my family,  I packed up my pick-up and my family sent me to Drummers Collective. That's drummers' school,  New York City, the village, music  stars.... Well, the first thing you know, old Rick's a millionaire! Yeah, right; I wish. The first thing that happened  was losing all my pride, as Sandy Gennaro kept telling us all " You's guys got to learn to keep time!" He didn't mean not lose my Sieko. Boot camp in the Air Force paled in comparison to my 10-12 hrs. a day of class and practice. One of the best times of my life!! I  got the chance to learn and study with the best: Sandy, Brad Flickinger ( incredible drummer, great teacher, thanks Brad ) Michael Lauren,  Louis Conte,  Daduka  Da Fonseca, Brian Doherty,  Pete Retzlaff  and Eddie Bobe. I got picked up to play in the village and the school hired me to work on production and as  drum tech  for video shoots and clinics.  As hard as it was to leave New York, I was glad after 5 months to get home to my family and get back out on the road and play with my band. So that's what I'm doing;  playing fairs, beach concerts, the gospel coffee-house circuit, studio work, lessons on the fly,  pick-ups, production and recording. Oh, yeah!!!  Keep it up, Lord...Madison Square, here I come!!!!


Walk by faith...not by sight.Faith is the substance and evidence of things hoped for, sight unseen. Heb.11:1