Lessons From Randy Rhoads
by Michael Doyle

Plug in and play from your heart,
That's the best way f you're gonna start.
Play for your soul, not for the charts.
It's the killer instinct behind this art.

Hard work brings the claim to fame.
It's how you catch the world aflame.
Playing for the moment, unworried about tomorrow.
It's the only way to transcend life's sorrow.

A quiet riot led to a crazy train.
Leads became the thing on a schoolboy's brain.
Louder than God, rock defined the universe.
Randy was probably best, and could have been worse.

Pushing on, the impulse is strong.
Life well-balanced doesn't last that long.
Learning from everything that you can take in,
From the top to the bottom and begin again.

Music, sweet music, is the best friend
Of easy memories when it's the living end.
Randy was no different in this way.
The art of every note was how he'd play.

A quiet riot led to a crazy train.
Leads became the thing on a schoolboy's brain.
Louder than God, rock defined the universe.
Randy was probably best, and could have been worse.

Backyard dues set the heads reeling.
For every band that had its own feeling.
The quiet voice always has the most to say.
Everyone loved to hear this boy play.

Playing lead and just for kicks,
Dirty looks and wicked licks.
If you couldn't play it anywhere,
It became the daily dare.

A quiet riot led to a crazy train.
Leads became the thing on a schoolboy's brain.
Louder than God, rock defined the universe.
Randy was probably best, and could have been worse.

(c) April 25, 2026    Michael Doyle
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