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Where In The World Is Randy Gould? (A Bit About Me And Music)

Randy Gould
A story about music and musician, Randy Gould

When I was a teenager, nothing mattered more to me than music. It was almost like a physical place I lived in.

Music was all-encompassing, resonating inside me, both creating and following my shifting moods.  It provided a kind of solace away from the real world while reinforcing my own private reality. I listened to music all the time, from the moment I woke up in the morning and was getting ready for school, to the second I burst into the door when I got home. I still have a crazy passion for music and suspect I always will.

In my teens there were bitter arguments over what to play in the car when riding anywhere with my family. It got down to a kind of mental arm-wrestling. The winner had to have the best argument and my younger brother was really good at it.

Why should we listen to Pearl Jam in the car on the way Christmas dinner, asked my frustrated, religious, Christmas carol-loving Mom? Because what does Auntie Alma wear every Christmas? Pearls. And what does Auntie Gina give us every year? Homemade jam.

In spite of my mom’s protests, we listened, briefly, to “10”. Jim Reeves and the Christmas polka had to wait.

My first concert was Platinum Blonde at Expo Theatre in 1986 when I was 13. I was an avid fan of any video show and most Canadian bands. I was delirious with joy on rare MuchMusic free weekends when I could tape music videos on our recently acquired VCR; many of the bands were Canadian with greater exposure thanks to CanCon regulations.

But of all my musical education, live concerts were the best. They were major events and also one of the major sources of conflict in my home.

My parents were kind enough to allow me to buy tickets, but logistics were the issue. No question, my dad would drive me and my friends downtown and home again. But there was that long, uncomfortable post-concert hangout that drove my patient Dad crazy and prompted him to ask me, a bit unkindly, if I was a groupie.

I had no idea what that meant but could tell it was something unsavoury and that he disapproved. My friends and I just wanted to be there until the last moment with other fans like us. Getting a glimpse of a rock star and maybe an autograph was part of the experience.

I had the sense not to tell my parents until very recently about my phone calls and visit to the home of a local musician when I was 15. Randy Gould was the guitarist of Vancouver band, Blvd.

Although there would have been no way of convincing my parents at the time, he was nothing like the typical rock musician stereotype. He was not egotistical or narcissistic, nor did he harbour any sordid motives in talking to me and my friends. In every interaction he was kind, maybe a bit amused, and he went along with the antics of a silly teenage girl in order to teach us the truth about rock stars: that they they were just ordinary people, like everyone else.

I’m grateful to Randy for that lesson, and recently wrote about that slushy January afternoon when I met him in 1988 (and will be submitting my story to the CBC’s Creative Non-Fiction competition by deadline tomorrow).

So where is Randy Gould, 25 years later? I wish I knew. I’ve tried to find him so I could thank him for being so sweet to me and my friends. A few years ago I came across a woman on Facebook who used to know him and was also looking for him. “He was such a nice guy,” she said, and promised to let me know if she found him.

In spite of my efforts I haven’t been able to find him or any recent references to him on the web. I don’t want to imagine worst case scenarios, and really hope he’s just out there laying low, quietly doing what he loves.

Via my story and my blog post, I have vague hopes that my gratitude, 25 years later, will reach Randy Gould some way, somehow. But if not, I’ll tell the people here: my story is for you, Randy. Thank you for the music and for being a positive force — and most of all, for helping me tell a great story.


15 thoughts on “Where In The World Is Randy Gould? (A Bit About Me And Music)”

  1. Randy! So great to hear from you and know that you are out there (out here, actually, on the Coast!) doing exactly what you love. Glad to hear music is still a huge part of your life, and I will have to connect some people with you. A number of friends of yours have emailed me hoping to find you!

  2. Hi Nicole -this is Randy. Firstly- thank so much for your kind words. Reading your blog brings back great memories – we were super lucky to have such good fans. As you heard, I now
    live on the Coast with my family and love it here. Doing exactly what I love. Although I don’t play very often, music is still a huge part of my life. Thanks again for bringing back the memories.

  3. So many people looking for Randy Gould! This is, by far, my most popular blog post. I receive emails every few months from friends of Randy, and one just this week. So happy I wrote this post and hope all of Randy’s friends reunite with him 🙂

  4. This post is years old, but here goes. Randy was my boss for 3 years at at Vancouver moving company. We then moved him & his family to Seachelt, where he had bought a school bus company.
    I only have fond memories of Randy.

  5. Rod B and Randy G. Aerosmith Toys in the attic came on. Remember hanging out at your place and your dad coming downstairs. Time to go home boys. Seems Sansome Jr. High and Westwood Collegiate were a very long time ago. Hope you have both been well. Often wonder how things turned out for James Collins, Rob Hendrickson, Kent Ward, Rob Gernhard (he is in Calgary last I heard), Mark Irvine (in Winnipeg saw him on linkedin). Ed Balske Pat Will, David Egan (in Florida late I heard many years ago). Lots of other names I can recall if the moon is right.

  6. I was just googling him too. I loved Far From Over and Never Give Up. I was 17 when the album came out. I see the band regrouped in 2014.

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    quick heads up! Other then that, fantastic blog!

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