[ . . . ] 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 .
𝙩𝙡𝙙𝙧 ;
born to two hippies, richie was cursed with the family’s wandering. while her parents blew from town to town in the astrovan, richie was left largely responsible for their younger brother ulysses, a relationship that kept them grounded amid their unpredictable lifestyle. ulysses and music. music was richie’s anchor, her escape, the only good thing her parents ever gave her. they used their fender to make friends wherever they landed. when they eventually settled in new york (to avoid truancy court, really), richie worked odd jobs to make ends meet until she was old enough to play the club circuit. at twenty, she joined a soul band and later a funk rock group, where she found her stride as a musician and songwriter. but a turbulent relationship with a bandmate landed richie right back where she started: alone. they embraced it for a while, trying the whole one-person-show thing on for size, but ultimately fell into their groove as a musician wrangler– or manager, whatever you want to call it. if she could keep young, talented musicians from making the same mistakes she did and score a front-row seat to some damn good music, richie’d be content.
𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 ;
basics .
full biography .
soundtrack .
aesthetic .
musings .
connections .
