Ken,

I hope you can post this on the website.

Eulogy delivered by Willobee at Randall's service on Saturday, November 13th....

For my dear friend Randall,

It seems like only yesterday when I moved to Phoenix. My good friend Christopher and I were looking for a cool club to hang out...we searched and searched for someplace where we could let our hair down, of course it was much longer in those days and we needed a lot more space. After finding no place where we would be accepted for the freaks that we were, we finally found a home. Randall was one of the very first people we had actually met outside of work and became friends with. I can still hear him calling me his pet name...HEY SCHMUCK !! Now, I'm a N.Y.-er and back in N.Y., one would think it was time to step outside. But Randall was the only one who could get away with calling me names. One look, and I could see his devilish smirk, and I knew he meant it in the nicest way. You see, Randall never demanded respect from anyone, he earned it. Randall touched so many people in so many ways. He never had his hand out for ANYTHING except to offer a helping hand. You could say he was just like Jimmy Stewart in the movie "It's A Wonderful Life." If it weren't for him, many people's lives would be much emptier. The Atomic Savings and Loan would have never opened. Girls in studded leather would have had NOWHERE to go. Independent record companies and bands would have had nowhere to get their music played. Parents would never have had anywhere for their kids to hang out until 4 in the morning. The police would have had nothing to do on the weekends. Many tattoo artists would have been out of business. And his staff, well they would have been forced to go on tour with the Jim Rose Circus side show. Who else would hire them??? But seriously, Randall accepted everyone and anyone. In Randall's world, there was no bigotry, only respect. No one was different or odd, only human. And if anyone ever needed help, the word "NO" wasn't in his vocabulary. Except to beer salesmen. As Jimmy Stewart learned in that movie, a rich man is a man who has friends. Randall was truly a very rich man.

I remember a time when I was down on my luck, Randall was there for me. He opened his club to me and gave me the opportunity to promote shows. He believed in me when I had a tough time believing in myself. If it wasn't for Randall, I might not still be in the music business. Wait a second....THANKS pal (sarcastic).

Randall really had the Midas touch because every THING he touched turned to gold, but even more importantly, every PERSON he touched turned into a friend. I know that Randall would not want us to hurt, but he would want us all to know ONE thing. That life is too short. Don't sweat the small stuff. Be true to yourself and enjoy life while you can.

I am not here to say good bye to Randall. I am here to say thank you. Thank you for being a part of my life.

With all my love and deepest respect for my pal, I'll miss you buddy, but you'll always be in my heart.

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The Eulogy read by Karen Grossman- (Randall's sister)

To my Brother

A small boy looked upon a star and began to cry. And the star asked the child-why are you weeping? The boy said, you are so far away and I will never be able to touch you. And the star replied; if I were not already within your heart you would not be able to see me.

The stars and sky were always part of our family's life, because our Daddy was an astronomer. As small children we were taught the sky is where heaven is and that God and Jesus lived there.

Many years ago when my Grandfather passed away; Momma told us that Grandpa went to live with Jesus in heaven and he would always be there...watching over us. On the flight to Maine, we were high in the clouds and Randy-who was 4 at the time, said "look mommy we are up in heaven now maybe we will see Grandpa Randall"!

As the years went by I still remember us as kids, lying in the grass and staring upwards toward the sky, discovering and comparing familiar shapes-made by the clouds. Together we learned from my Dad all about the stars and the planets.

My Mom used to tell us stories about their lives before we were born and would preface the story by teasing us that we were not yet born...just twinkles in their eyes.

In this time of pain when the twinkles have turned to tears, we thank-you, all of you, for the love and support you have given to us and to Randall.

Randall loved us all. He had an overwhelming ability to give and forgive. He never gave up on anyone no matter how many times they messed up. He was a man of a million chances. In business, he would give anyone who asked for a break-a chance. He knew what it was to struggle and didn't want them to have the hurdles he had to overcome.

I can never remember a time when he did anything deliberately to hurt someone, short of the imaginary line he drew for me in the doorway to his room as a boy.

Please remember Randall as I do for his kindness and his love.

To my parents, I want to thank you for asking God to give us to you. We had a wonderful childhood. You have always made us feel that we were the center of your Universe.

Good parents give their children roots and wings. Roots to know where home is, and wings to fly away and exercise what has been taught them. Randall always knew where home was. And you gave him the wisdom and the freedom to make his own choices. He always knew you would be there in times of need.

To Randall I would like to say, I am very proud of the man you grew to be.

And I hope that I can raise my children to be as loving, honest and forgiving as you. I pray that the Lord Jesus has taken away your pain. I love you always baby brother.

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-Submitted by

Steven Belch (Randall's cousin)

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I would like to send my deepest condolences to Randall's mother and father. I

have known Randall since he owned, The Source. It has come as a great

surprised when I heard of this great tragedy. He was a good friend and a

great person. I am at a loss of words. I can only look back and see some of

the best years in my life were spent around this one-of-a-kind man. He will

be missed.

Michael Hemp dog Herrera

Tempe Az

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Ken,

I thought you might like to see what I posted on the Phunk Junkeez web site.