Ahhh, Californy is the place he ought to be so, that's the tickets so he flies west with 85 ducats in his pocket on a one way ticket.
1966, knocking around LA and see an ad in the Free Press that says "Drummer Wanted, Must Be Freaky". That's me says he and this turns out to be Lowell George and a band called the Factory. Another floundering band from LA, painfully hip.
The madness continues for almost two years and then blows up, disbanded. From the debris grew a toadstool called "The Fraternity of Man" funny name for a band that hated each other. Folly Balderdash.
Lowell renters the scene, fresh from the Zappa experience and there's talk of a new band. Enter Billy Payne, next the name??? Why not Little Feat after Lowell's earth pads?
Fourteen bass players later enter Roy Estrada, yeah a record deal and now were cooking. Two records later exit Estrada who goes to Captain Beefheart for stability and sanity... yeah.
So now enter Paul, Kenny and Sam and it's on with the show. Dixie Chicken and such, moving along and having some kind of fun. Touring, recording and getting weird. Richie gets side work doing records with Ry Cooder, Van Dyke Parks, Jon Cale, Doobies, Arlo Guthrie, Peter Frampton, Carly Simon, Robert Palmer and more.
The following years were turbulent but productive till that black day in June of 1979. Lowell was gone. Loss, sorrow confusion and farewell. No more Feats.
Ah, but wait, there's more... Richie gets work and just in time too. Joan Armatrading, then Robert Plant, sessions, tours, a cast of thousands. Piece work colorful but not by deluxe.
But here comes the good part, Featsters reunite just for fun and the spark is still there. Let's do it! Yeah!
And here we go, on with the show.