Last night, I celebrated my ninth anniversary on livestream, and damn, it was a hell of a time. Nine years of grind, sweat, and soul. And I gotta say, thank you. Thank you for riding with me through every note, every late-night jam, every live stream. We've had a good run together so far, but if I’m being honest, there’s one big thing I’d do differently if I could hit rewind.
If I could go back, I’d treat email like gold. A straight line to you, my fans—that’s the one beat I missed, the one mistake I let pile up over the years. I collected those email addresses, watched them gather dust, and maybe I’d send one out around Christmas, or some random holiday, but keeping it consistent? Connecting regularly? Nah. I dropped the ball on that. I’ve been a fool... a fool.
It took me a while to admit it, but here I am, nine years in, looking at it square. Email ain’t just some inbox clutter. It’s real. It’s direct. It lands right in your hands. You all check it, and now, so will I. So consider this my public promise: I’m fixing this shit. I have to.
Some of y’all might be thinking, “Ric, just hire someone to do it.” And maybe you’re right; maybe I’ll get there. But first, I need to do this my way. This is my voice, my style, my story to tell, and I need to crack that code on my own terms before handing it off.
Truth is, a few things held me back. I’m no grammar pro, and my typing’s slow as hell. Live streaming? No problem—I talk all night. But writing? That’s a different game, and I let that insecurity hold me down. But you know what? That’s just a weak excuse. Perfection is a myth, and what matters most is the connection.
Another thing that kept me from pressing "send" was overthinking the damn rules. How often should I email? Too much? Too little? Should it be funny? Serious? You get in your head, second-guess yourself, and next thing you know, nothing goes out. And that’s a damn shame.
So here I am, nine years deep, holding myself accountable and making this post as a first step. I’m setting up a system, getting things lined up, and making sure I don’t let another year go by without getting real with you all.
I think back to Billy, an independent artist just like me. I was right there, ready to be a fan, but he never got my email. That was his mistake, and I remembered it. I swore I wouldn’t make the same one, and in a way, I didn’t—I got your emails. But like Billy, I didn’t take it any further.
But that stops today. I’m finally stepping into this next phase, ready to figure out what the hell to do with these emails and keep that real connection alive. If you’re down for it, let’s take this ride together. Sign up for my fan club, hit that email link, and let’s get this rolling.
Nine years down, and we’re just gettin’ started.