The first time I met Puckett was in high school art class. He was hocking his zine, "Pucknation," for 50 cents a copy, surrounded by two tables of students who were dying of laughter at one of his stories. I was so nervous that I had to bring an emotional-support friend across the room with me to buy a copy. The zine was just like him: outgoing, unapologetic, sharp wit, and a cast of writers who I later discovered were mostly him, written under different anagrams of his name

Helping put together PuckettFest has given me the chance to revisit something I’ve carried for a long time: the feeling that I failed by drifting away from so many of the friends I made during my years with Little Heart Records.

The last day I ever saw Puckett was on one of his famous Nashville trips. I had just lost my job a few weeks prior and was feeling a little lost. Knowing I was out of work, Puckett called and asked me if I wanted to join him on a day trip to pick up some records. The next morning we loaded into his bright red Honda Fit, Puckett put on his 190-hour long Spotify playlist, appropriately named “Radio Puckett” , and we hit the road. We took care of business first; We went to the p

Richard's Puckett story and ramblings

How our CMO, Caitlin, met Puckett and why she's so excited to be a part of Puckettfest.