Richcreek lives in East Nashville, but he hates it if you talk bad about Memphis. It’s the town where he spent his formative years. “A lot of people in Nashville talk really bad about Memphis, sometimes,” he says. “It was kind of bittersweet to have to leave there.” While his voice and guitar stylings evoke mainstream artists like James Taylor and Dave Matthews, he makes it clear that he is just as much influenced by groups like Booker T & the MGs and Issac Hayes. Those are groups he became familiar with during his time in the Delta. While he still talks fondly of Memphis, the repeated theft of car radio after car radio eventually did make him pack up his Jimmy and head east.
These days, if you ever find yourself in Nashville there’s a good chance you can run into Richcreek at small clubs like The Basement, Foobar or Red Door (East). And more and more, he’s spending his time in East Nashville, the backdrop for much of his music. “This is my neighborhood,” Richcreek says. “The people are cool. I just enjoy the community over here.”
And when he’s not singing a song about his own life, it’s a safe bet he’s singing about someone else he knows, often members of his family. And, why not? His grandfather was a preacher and traveling sweeper salesman and his dad, a self-proclaimed GM gypsy, working his last job at a South Tennessee Saturn plant, make for countless tales and stage fodder. His family is just damned interesting, and Richcreek knows this. And his writing, critics say, is getting better with age. It’s pointed and self-aware, as Richcreek’s mom puts it, “Getting old ain’t for sissies.” And that phrase resonates in his songs. While Richcreek’s best years are still ahead of him, he’s definitely nobody’s sissy and he's got the gutty tunes to prove it.