‘What’s wrong?’ he said, looking up at me with this worried expression on his face. ‘You’re hired.’ You should have heard him play, man. I almost cried, he was so good. Soon we were flying back to England for rehearsals. I quickly found out that although Randy looked like Mr Cool, he was an incredibly sweet, down-to-earth guy. A real gentleman, too – not at all what you’d expect of a flash American rock ’n’ roll guitar hero.
