BrothaRic Patton

That's a damn good question.

When did I first hear the Blues?

Truth is, I think I heard it the day I was born.

Maybe it was my first cry.

Now, I didn't know it was Blues, of course. A…

Everything moves fast now.

Too damn fast.

Fast shipping.

Fast content.

Fast food.

Fast forgetting.

Some days it feels like the whole world is running toward nowhere.

Then you hold something handmade.

And the clock slows down.

The Old Man's

Somewhere between the hiss of those old records and the crackle of a tube amp lives a truth most folks forgot about.

Perfection never made nobody feel a damn thing.

You can spend all day polishing a song until it…

There comes a time when you gotta quit waiting on the music industry to call your name like they giving out winning lottery numbers.

Man, fuck that.

I done watched too many good musicians grow old staring at their phones…

I had a birthday coming up, and during one of my livestreams some of my folks started whispering around in the comments.

“Hey… let’s get Ric something for his birthday.”

Now see, I thought they was joking at first. But…

Every time I look at this picture, man, it makes me smile.

That’s my brother from another mother right there. My brother Spider.

We first met back during those hard COVID days over in the Juke_9:30 and the Smokehouse zoom…

I just wrapped up the weekend, 3 shows, and now I’m starting to see everything come in.

Pictures from the shows. Messages from folks who were there. Somebody even sent me a link to a newspaper article, and then there…

Some things don’t come from thinking.
They come from somewhere deeper… somewhere older than you.

This piece been following me a long time.
I didn’t sit down one day and decide to write it. Truth is, it showed up on…

Sometimes people ask me about the pieces I wear in my beret.

They look at it like it’s decoration.

It ain’t. 

That’s a black onyx cabochon. Smooth top. No sparkle. No shit
The kind of stone that don’t beg to…

Yesterday was Easter.

Yeah… the day we talk about getting up.

Not just in some faraway, holy-story kind of way—but that deep, soul kind of rising. The kind that come after you been knocked down, counted out, left laying in…