To the Goodwin Family on this saddest occasion,
I cannot begin to express what a shock it was to receive the news about the loss of Randall. I had not seen or spoke with him for more than three years, but a shadow past over my heart when I learned it. Randall was one of the first people I met when I moved to Arizona back in 1991. He immediately went out of his way to welcome me to the outdoor club where he worked. I'll never forget that part of him.
Four years later I came to him with an idea for a club night at the Atomic, he gave me a chance. I am honored to have been given that chance and even more that I got to know him. Without his presence and the ability to develop a Club Community, I would not have stayed in Arizona as long as I did. He made it fun to live in the Phoenix area. Some of the best friendships of my life began at his clubs. Those friends are still near and dear to me today. That is the greatest gift anyone could ever give. His legacy of contribution will live forever in our hearts. Please accept my condolences.
Wolfgang Weston
San Diego, CA
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To the Goodwin Family on this saddest occasion,
I have already posted my feelings of loss for this great man and would like to inform family and friends that will be in the Phoenix area on Monday, November 8th, 1999, that friends and I are meeting for a candlelight vigil in Randall's honor at 8pm in front of the FUEL lounge. It is located at 933 East University(SE corner of Rural & University) in Tempe. For more info call them at 480-736-9800.
I felt such an immense amount of grievance over losing him, that I felt that I needed to reach out and do something to show how much I respected Randall for the impact he had upon me.
Thank you for bringing such a great man into our lives!
Celeste M Barrett
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We were just getting to know Randall, but he brought us into his realm at the cafe and we all shared real time. On our summer visit, when one of his bartenders took off on the road with us for a couple of weeks he understood and the bartender returned to his old job. Right away, "I felt that Randall was a kindred spirit, someone with a dream." Right away I knew he was one of us. A good soul trying to survive, and his club "The Atomic Cafe" was his painting.
That last evening(November 2nd) when we were performing he was not feeling well, and our band was confused at how we were being treated. But, somehow we knew that he tried, and unknown to one another almost every band member went up to Randall and thanked him for trying. He responded to us all with kind and positive words about our music. He responded with a smile, and as I shook his hand I felt his energy and I smiled. The rest of my band hung out more, I returned to my world. But they all have nothing but good things to say about a good soul. A magical place needs a good soul to lead the way. The Atomic Cafe will miss him. I hope somehow it remains as a painting does in a museum for others to witness the artist work and emotions. I consider the cafe a piece of living art.
We spent the night in the Cafe after the show and as I walked about the darkness with my own pain, I felt the history of the place in the shadows and in the walls. Now the history is even sadder. And so am I. So are we all.
Love, Mercy and Apocalypse Theatre
If there is anything we can do, or anyone who needs an outlet we are also here as I am sure many others are. We remain the gypsies we have always been and we have shared tears and silence with all those who knew Randall from the lost highways.
thediseased@aol.com
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This is Dale I am back in Phoenix if there is anything that I can help
with feel free to call me I am at my parents house 602-279-2747.
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Dearest Mom and Pop,
We can't possibly put into words the loss that we feel. Ran is a beautiful person and he is deeply missed. He had such a wonderful impact on so many people, we were / are so truly blessed to be part of his life. We will help you through this anyway we possibly can. We love him and will always hold him dear to our hearts. He is dancing with the angels, in fact he is probably spinning records for them. Just know that he is at peace. We love and miss you Ran. Please let us know if you need anything.
Our love and condolences,
Eddie and Karen Faraone
Austin Texas
ejf1@texas.net
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Mom & Dad,
I was just reading the last letter from Eddie about Randall spinning for the angels up there.
You know he's probably clapping his hands saying we got to get a night and letting them know this is how were going to do it.
He's probably talking to Jimi Hendricks, Jim Morrisson, & John Lennon about what they need off the band ryder.
As far as security goes Archangel Michael will be the head security at the door with Gabriel touting his horn as the opening act and Randall up in the booth running the mixing board.
Let's remember him that way.
Richard d. (aka d.j. ricky d.)
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Dearest Ken & Beth,
All of my love, thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. If it wasn't for your son Randall, I would not have the friends I have today. He was and always will be a big part of my life, as well as so many others. I thank Randall for letting me share apart of his life. He will forever hold a place in my heart and will never be forgotten!
Wendy Saunders
Phoenix, AZ
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To The Goodwin Family
Circle
(A Poem by Paula Olson)
As a flower dies, a seed floats away and finds itself nestled in the moist, fertile earth...
A blanket of snow rests softly upon her as she lies in wait for her life to begin...
Raindrops fall and the sun shines down through the large branches of the surrounding trees...
Reaching toward the clear blue sky, the leaves slowly open to breathe in the clean fresh air...
A small bud blooms and the soft fragile petals provide an intricate piece to her surroundings...
With all of her beauty and grace, she alone offers what no other has to give...
Time grows short and what once was beautiful begins to fade again into the earth...
And as a flower dies, a seed floats away.
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I wrote this piece some two or three years ago and it somehow seemed fitting...Randall gave something special to every life he touched and left us all with a priceless gift.
- Paula Olson
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I was fortunate to know Randall and frequent his club in Phoenix. I am so sorry to hear of your loss. Randall was and is a good, talented, fun and special man. I can tell that you both are proud parents and were very supportive of Randall's endeavors. My condolences.
Take care and be strong.
Ken Miller
Boston, Massachusetts
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Hi Beth, Hi Kenny, Hi Karen.,
I love you guys. Michael John has my 1-800 # and email address. I miss you. I want to put my arms around you. Please let me know what I can do.
Love you,
Marilyn.
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As I sit here tonight, I try with all my heart, to put into words the sorrow we feel for Ken, Beth and Karen. Karen has been my best friend, my maid of honor, my son's godmother and one of the truly most wonderful people I could ever hope to have met in my lifetime. I want to be able to say something to help take away the pain that she and her parents are feeling at this time. If I could take some of the pain for you, I would in an instant Karen! I love you. I feel helpless. I will always be here for you..... Ken and Beth - you can only be proud of the kind of parents you were to Randall. I have never seen as much love and support shown to any two children as you have shown Karen and Randall. Although, we may never fully understand the why's, we can only hope that Randall has found eternal peace and his soul is now free of pain.
Our love and prayers are with you always.
Dane, Sheila, Chris and Lauren Skuda
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Dear Aunt Beth & Uncle Ken,
I have good memories of cousin Randy. I remember as a little child, before Nick was born, we came to your house so late, we did not want to wake you guys up & we slept in our car. In the morning we awoke cousin Randy showed us his motorcycle & he took pictures of us on his motorcycle. He use to have a secret door in his closet that went to the living room. He would take turns playing hide & seek & whenever it was my turn to hide, cousin Randy showed me how to use the secret door...I used the secret door & my sister could not find me. Later I was so proud of what he did with his club.
I don't understand why this happened! I was astonished with his success with his club. I remember how proud he was of his enormous truck. I miss him very much.
I was so proud of MY COUSIN RANDY.
God has a purpose for him.
We love him & miss him & will never forget him.
Misty Flood
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