Randy Rhoads

Randy would have been 55 yesterday.  Awhile after he was killed I stuck a note up over my desk: RANDY RHOADS WAS 24. DO IT NOW.  I was wrong about his age (he was 25), and it hadn’t occurred to me that the note would frighten people. I tried to explain:  I wasn’t suicidal.  Been there, done that.  I put the note up to remind myself to stop wasting time, to work harder at the things I wanted to learn and accomplish. I don’t remember when I took it down.

Angie and Twitch

The girl singer Angie was hot. She was maybe twenty-five and ignored the crew or tried to. More on this later. The guy singer was older. It wasn’t like we were knowledgeable fans of the Sammy Kaye Orchestra but you figured he’d been with them awhile. Maybe when Sammy was still alive. The guy singer wasn’t badlooking but he had a bad eyetic. It scrunched up the whole left side of his face in a big exaggerated wink. It fucked with his phrasing. I didn’t know his name. We called him Twitch.