It was 36 years ago today that Randy Rhoads died in a stupid accident in Florida. I saw that tour a month before that - I wish I remembered more about it. Rhoads was a HUGE influence on my playing in the 80s (not that you could really tell). Hard to believe he's been dead over a decade longer than he was alive. The first two Ozzy solo albums are such classics. It's been said that he wanted to leave the Ozzy organization - I wonder what he'd have done if he'd been able to do more. One of my favorites to play... And another... But this is my absolute favorite to play. Credit where it's due - I did learn a lot of the arrangements and rhythm parts from a radio broadcast from Memphis with Brad Gillis in the band. What a hard position he must have been in, but he handled it with grace and style. One more story related to that tape - I have a copy I recorded and a copy that my buddy's friend made. This guy had a great stereo system. We ran into him at a bar one night, and one of the guys with us got busted for having a fake ID. We decided to to leave, and my buddy asked his friend if we could go to his house and play the stereo. He said, "Yeah, but don't turn it up. I'm tired of taking sh!t from my neighbors." My buddy said okay, and this guy grabbed his arm and said, "I'm serious. I don't need any more trouble with them. Keep it low." (Oh, some of the stories I've heard about this guy! Sadly, he died a few years later.) So, we go to the house, we're pulling out records and listening to them, but at a respectful volume. About three hours later, somewhere close to midnight, he comes home, and he is lit up. He comes in the living room, looks at us and says, "What the #&@ is this @&(@?" I think we had an old Stones record on. One of us said, "Hey, we did what you said, we kept the volume down so we wouldn't get you in trouble with the neighbors." He said, "@**^ my neighbors! Where's my Ozzy tape?" Grabbed the Ozzy tape, slapped it in the cassette deck, turned the volume up to about eleventyseven, turned around and screamed, "LET ME SEE YOUR #&)@&ING HANDS!" He actually wrote that on the tape case when he made me a copy. He was a wild man, but I kind of wish I'd gotten to know him a little more. My buddy still misses him dearly, and still goes to the cemetery every year to leave him a beer.