“No gift is too great for my people!”, I once heard Black Randy say. I was only lucky enough to see them a few times.
These days, they are more famous as Dangerhouse Records artists. In fact, I recently bought another set of Black Randy 45’s (“Trouble At The Cup”, “Idi Amin” and “I Slept In An Arcade”), which I am not entirely convinced were legit – of course I own originals, purchased when the band was still together.
Black Randy died in 1988; I used to hear it was something else (drugs?), but Wikipedia says he died from AIDS.
The band was always very tight, on stage. They could really play! I remember thinking, Randy himself is the only one who is not a professional musician – but ultimately, they were all great. I remember going to see The Screamers at a club out in the San Fernando valley, and Randy was yelling encouragement at them, “You came back too soon!”.
Friends at my work (Superior Music, in Glendale, CA) knew about Black Randy, too. His only LP “Pass The Dust, I Think I’m Bowie” was a very special LP, and it still is (despite Long Gone John’s CD of it).
Simply put, Black Randy acted “black” – or as close to black as L.A. punks ever got!
But as Randy could be somewhat crude, there was no “eulogy” when he died. He was just another victim.
There’s a film “Ladies and Gentlemen The Fabulous Stains” that Black Randy & His Elite Metrosquad appear in, if you want to see them “in action”.