A photo of Randy Rhoads from an impromptu classical guitar performance on March 18, 1982, taken before a concert in Knoxville, TN. It was the last time he would ever pick up a guitar.
My dad told me who Randy Rhoads the musician was. I got hooked, did a ton of reading, listened to his tracks. I learned about Randy Rhoads the man and then told my dad all about who he was in a person - Christian upbringing, hardly drank, didn’t do drugs, didn’t get carried away with the insane rock n roll lifestyle because he just loved his music so much. My dad wouldn’t believe a word of it. I love my dad and I get believe him when he says “hey, I used to worship him, I was at school when I found out that he died in that plane crash it was a tragedy”, I really do but after reading so many personal stories that family, friends and fans have to tell about him and learning so much about Randy the kind, gentle boy from Burbank with an insane talent, I almost feel like I know him as a person and I can genuinely identify with aspects of his personality (not the amazing creative talent - obv) so it really upsets me that he thinks Randy wasn’t the person everyone says he was. Sure I get that it might be hard to accept that someone as talented as him in a rock band with none other than Ozzy Osbourne might be fairly straight laced by most standards but it’s just who he was. He was a good guy, he was the exception in so many different ways. Long live Randy Rhoads - the man, the musician, the legend.
Happy birthday, Randy!