In 1973, the fabric of time was ripped open and from that gaping hole emerged a being that would be known only as Richie.

He deserved no last name but in him the fire remained to make you move yo’ ass and make you smile and laugh.

Richie didn’t have no Daddy, only Mama.

She taught him superstitions and lived a life full of drama.

But she sang and loved sincerely.

She gave him music and he loved it dearly.

The magic in the songs is all that’s kept him moving along.

Up, down, sideways, bringing it honest and strong.

“WIP by Richie”

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