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Randy Turner Obituary
Musician found dead in South Austin home; police investigating.
By Joshunda Sanders, Joe Gross
AMERICAN-STATESMAN STAFF
Friday, August 19, 2005
Beloved punk icon Randy "Biscuit" Turner was found dead in his home Thursday afternoon, the same day a feature story about him appeared in the The Austin Chronicle.
Marc Savlov, a Chronicle reporter who wrote the cover story about Turner, told a group of neighbors who stood outside of Turner's South Austin home that he was the person who went to house, looked inside and called police. "I opened the door, and it was dead silent," he said, his hand shaking as he held his cell phone. He said he had just come from giving a statement to police.
Police investigators at the scene did not release details about Turner's death Thursday night. Investigators from the Travis County medical examiner's office did not return calls. Kevin Buchman, an Austin police spokesman, would not confirm the identity of the body Thursday night. He said it was not being considered a suspicious death.
Nationally, Turner was best known as the frontman for punk-funk pioneers the Big Boys. With the Big Boys, Turner subverted the rapidly entrenching dogmas of American hardcore punk in the late 1970s and early '80s with humor, eclectic songwriting and outrageous costumes.
With guitarist Tim Kerr, bassist Chris Gates and drummer Rey Washam, the Big Boys, which lasted from 1978 to 1984, became known for explosive and funky live shows. They slowed down punk tempos to allow for syncopated rhythms and played with nonpunk bands such as the Washington, D.C., go-go act Trouble Funk. The Big Boys can be seen as a direct precursor to funky rock acts such as the Red Hot Chili Peppers and Fishbone. The band's encouragement of audience participation made them iconic punk rockers.
"It's hard to overstate how huge they were in Austin," Butthole Surfers drummer King Coffey said Thursday evening. "They weren't just a punk band. A really wide spectrum of people would check out the shows. It was due in a large part to Biscuit. Everyone in the crowd would be dancing and having so much fun, and Biscuit was like the ringleader of this band that would sometimes have a full horn section on stage. The band's motto was 'fun, fun, fun,' and that was Biscuit to a T.
"People like Biscuit created an amazing community here," Coffey continued. "The Big Boys were the heart and soul of it, and he was the heart and soul of the Big Boys. He meant so much to the music scene here in Texas and to punks throughout the U.S."
Influential punk rockers such as Coffey, Minor Threat and Fugazi frontman Ian MacKaye, and producer Steve Albini paid tribute to the Big Boys in essays included in the band's two anthology CDs, "The Skinny Elvis" and "The Fat Elvis." The East North Loop record store Sound on Sound is named after a Big Boys song. Turner went on to sing with Cargo Cult, Swine King and was working on new projects, including visual art.
Neighbors said that Turner was an artistic, off-beat personality who often retreated into his house for days to work on visual art. His neighbors gathered at the corner where his house was and reminisced about the Austin Music Hall of Fame inductee that they knew as a character who took pride in the tree full of plastic blue bottles in his yard, being quirky and creating art.
"He brought such a touch of humor and life to the block," said Robert Goyer, 46, who lives across the street. "He's irreplaceable."
Goyer said Turner would do things like paint snakes on the road. Last year, he hosted an open house where everything in the house was orange — right down to the Cheetos and soda. Other neighbors said that he would offer to watch their animals when they were away. Goyer said that Turner had been looking forward to an art show in Nacogdoches and was excited about the Chronicle article.
"It's my world, and sometimes I retreat to it knowing full well that beyond that front door right there is horror and destruction and death and mayhem," Turner said in the Aug. 19 cover story. "But I know I can't control any of that, and so this little world that I've created here, well, I can barely control that, too, but it's much more fun."
Memories and Condolences
for Randy Turner
256 Entries
"kitten"
May 29, 2022
I can't remember when or where I met Biscuit. The 80s are a blur, and as I get older, become more opaque. He and I would lose touch and not bump into each other for months, then bam! we'd spot each other somewhere, and it would be like it was yesterday. Other times, we'd see each other on successive days and it would feel like it was years.
It had been years since we saw each other. I went through some things and locked myself away for a long time. I felt guilty for the long time not seeing him, and went to look him up. It was then I learned of his passing. I cried. I laughed.
Randy (I'd sometimes call him that) had been the missing big brother in my life when we would see each other. He called me "kitten" once and it stuck. Biscuit was the only person who ever called me that; no one else was, or is, allowed to.
A while back, I adopted a dog. He was a big boy. Part Mastiff, part Pit Bull. He was like Randy: big hunk of a guy that loved everyone. I named him Biscuit. Like his namesake, he's now gone from my life, and will always live on in my heart.
Randy. Biscuit. Like so many others, I love you forever. You helped this wildcat to let her guard down once in a while. As it permanently says on my wrist, above the scars, "How I Wish You Were Here."
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Kimberly Lively
November 25, 2021
Happy Heavenly Birthday Uncle Randy! Love you & miss you everyday.
Eric Schindling
October 21, 2020
I met Randy when I brought the
Big Boys to Kansas City. We became friends and I visited him. In Texas and after The BigBoys
broke up I brought him to KC for
a art exhibit of his flyers.
He was such a warm hearted
Individual
Deborah Coley
November 18, 2011
I regret that I never had the pleasure of meeting you in this mortal coil; however, my boyfriend, Bruce David Johnson,knew you and said you were a heck of a nice guy. I guess I'll meet you on the other side.
C B
November 10, 2011
We never met, but I feel compeled to write this to you. As a young, gay punk rocker in small town Texas I always felt out of place until a friend turned me on to the Big Boys and the Dicks. You guys gave me the confidence to be strong in my life and I don't know how I could ever repay you. I was lucky enough to get one of your paintings and it is proudly displayed in my kitchen next to my plastic food displays and swine king posters.
Much love from Austin.
April 2, 2010
For Biscut...you really rocked.
It would have been great to
have seen you live longer.
WEEP NOT FOR ME
Do not weep for me when I no longer dwell among the wonders of the earth; for my larger self is free, and my soul rejoices on the other side of pain...on the other side of darkness.
Do not weep for me, for I am a ray of sunshine that touches your skin, a tropical breeze upon your face, the hush of joy within your heart and the innocence of babes in mothers arms.
I am the hope in a darkened night. And, in your hour of need, I will be there to comfort you. I will share your tears, your joys, your fears, your disappointments and your triumphs.
Do not weep for me, for I am cradled
in the arms of God. I walk with the angels, and hear the music beyond the stars.
Do not weep for me, for I am within you;
I am peace, love, I am a soft wind that caresses the flowers. I am the calm that follows a raging storm. I am an autumns leaf that floats among the garden of God, and I am pure white snow that softly falls upon your hand.
Do not weep for me, for I shall never die, as long as you remember me...
with a smile and a sigh.
© Joe Fazio
~
[email protected] /Joe Fazio,
Beverly Hills, California
Val
December 9, 2009
Hey Big B!
You've been on my mind so much lately. As you know, at your insistence, I've started writing again, poetry mostly, and joined a storytelling group. Your spirit continues to guide in strange and miraculous ways. Dwight and Allison send their love along with mine. Miss A. has grown into such a lovely young woman; you'd be so proud to see her now! We're reminded of how at this time of year a big ole box of presents always arrived from you to put under the tree, but the best present was always you. We'll take special care in hanging the ornament with your picture on it. Merry Christmas, my love.
Max Hager
December 4, 2009
Randy was a student of mine at Gladewater High School. It was my first year teaching and I directed a one act play, "archy and mehitabel" Randy played "the old theatre cat". We won the State One Act Play Contest.
Being a young single male teacher in Gladewater, Tx was not easy. Randy and his family became very important to me. Quite often I would buy a frozen pot pie and join them for dinner. Times were always fun with Randy. Max Hager
Beth
November 24, 2009
Such a small world. I was Googling about the Big Boys and Biscuit and came across this page. That black and white photo of him holding the Big Boy doll was a printout that I colored in and sent to him way back in the day. He kindly sent me a postcard in return.
Many fond memories of listening to and watching the Big Boys.
Dynese Abraham (formerly "French")
October 4, 2008
My children, their dad and I were
very good friends with Biscuit, waaay
back in the 'beginning' of all of our "Austin days" when Randy had recently moved to Austin from Gladewater and we'd just moved to Austin from Dallas (in 1970). We had
started a small, unique-to-Austin
floral business ... sold flowers on street corners and on 6th street. Biscuit came up to us and asked if
he could also sell flowers, from time to time...make extra money while he
got his band together/working gigs.
That is how we all met and our friendship was born. With other dear friends, we all used to spend holidays, Thanksgivings, etc. together; go to the lake together, hang out at our house together,
etc. I have often re-called a hilarious
moment that was 'totally Biscuit humor'. My (then toddlers) children and I had stopped by Biscuit's
UT area home. Dangling from the living area ceiling light fixture:
Barbie and Ken dolls, back-to-back with hands tied! When I inquired about the poetic decor item, Biscuit replied "Barbie and Ken dolls? Oh, they really deserve to be dangling there, don't ya think?" Then, came his laughter, along with ours!
He was a wonderful man and a precious part of our family. We rarely saw him after we moved to CO, in August, 1982.
The day after his death, I got a call from a mutual dear friend informing me that Biscuit had passed . Blessings and a peaceful rest to him.
And to the Universe, 'thank you' for the time in our lives that was graced with Randy's presence.
Love to you Biscuit.
Dynese
Greg Sisk
September 8, 2008
This saddens me to read of Biscuit passing from this life. It seems odd to use a nickname here, but that is who he was. He was one of the most accepting people I met during my time in Austin. Bisquit's energy and mirth were undeniable. Working with The Big Boys, and all of the other bands in that circle, opened my eyes, and my mind to be intrepid. Biscuit and the people like him have made this world a provocative place. He will be grievously missed.
Kara Boyles (Biscuit's niece)
August 31, 2008
Just wanted to drop a line. Missing you now more than ever Uncle Randy. Can't believe we have lived without you for 3 yrs now. Got together this weekend with some of your buddies. I know you were with us this weekend..We saw your spirit. I love you so much.
Love Kara
Dwight Patrick
March 19, 2008
Randy, there is not a day that goes by that we do not miss you. Your Goddaughter Allison talks of you all the time, and then will cry her heart out that she can't hug your neck. You live on in all of our hearts always.
Love From Valerie, Dwight, & Allison
Tina Tuttle Frost
September 25, 2007
My sister PJ, my husband Norman and I went to the Union Grove cemetery last weekend to visit the graves of our parents, little brother Brooks and sister Dickie. I had noticed the beads on Dickie's headstone last time I was there but it was PJ who noticed the little heart shaped pendant engraved with Randy name on it. How long ago he must have visited and left her and us this gift? I can imagine him there, most likely alone, making the place where she lay a little more beautiful. Dickie died in a car crash the day she was voted most beautiful girl in her class at age 16 on December 11th, 1967. It is so touching to think that, after all those years, Randy would make and give her a present. Touching, but not surprising. He really was such a wonderful guy. So, PJ and I felt that we were communing with Randy too...and it was so nice to be with him again.
Tina Tuttle Frost
Chris Wing
August 13, 2007
Gee ... two years has gone by ... missing Biscuit always. Friends in Austin are gathering 2-4 PM Saturday August 18 at Texas Showdown. Just to hang out and commiserate.
Diana Lee
August 10, 2007
I have been away from Austin for many years, so I just learned of Biscuit's death and am very sorry to hear it. Recently, I've been listening to my favorite Austin bands from my high school days, especially The Big Boys. They were my favorite band then. You couldn't pin them down to one style, even though they were referred to as Hardcore. Randy's bluesy-funk style and especially his lively voice and personality contributed greatly to the music I love. He will be missed. Rest in Peace.
Stephen Moser
August 8, 2007
Thinking of you, Biscuit. Hard to believe it will be two years.
Laura
June 27, 2007
I was just on YouTube, thinking, wow, I bet I can find video of all the bands I loved back in the early 80s. My favorite t-shirt was a Big Boys with a big sun rasta face on it, so I looked for them. Then I read about Biscuit's untimely death. What a loss. I was really happy, though, to learn he continued with his art and music. He had so much to share with the world. And his creative energy reached into lots of nooks and crannies around the world.
Robert and Karen Kohler
February 21, 2007
Randy, friend and neighbor to all who knew him, lived in the funk, in the mis-shapen and reappropriated, in the gentle and defiant passing of all things across time. He was and is a soft-spoken iconoclast whose art, words and song are now committed to our stewardship. Let's do him honor.
David Wakley
January 23, 2007
Biscuit was a total star, I met him when he toured the U.K. shortly before he died. I was so exited to get my Big Boys records signed when I nipped down to T.J's in South Wales in the afternoon that I pranged someones car parking in the only available spot. An you know what, I'm glad cause I made it. What a nice bloke, sorely missed. R.I.P. Biscuit. Love from Dave (UK)
Robert
December 23, 2006
It just hit me. Sorry.
Robert Manes
December 23, 2006
Dear Biscuit, anytime i saw you at the warehouse you were always the kindest guy. FAREWELL
John Claude Axberg
October 13, 2006
Randy the first "BISCUIT-FEST" is behind us. By wearing your costumes and not messing up the lyrics...your music and image still-ROCKS THE HOUSE!
You'll live forever in the hearts of your friends & fans.
John Axberg
September 28, 2006
I've been asked to be "BISCUIT" in the Biscuit Tribute band @ Emo's on OCT. 8th. I pray I can channel your energy that night and honor your music. We ALL miss you Biscuit.
Chris Wing
August 19, 2006
It's been a year since Randy died. We miss him very much.
chris murphy
July 23, 2006
long live biscuit turner!!
I spent a week in a small van with him when the biscuit bombs toured the u.k, he was a very energetic and charasmatic person a born entertainer. RIP.
John Axberg
May 23, 2006
Biscuit...it's been said, "That you die only when you've been forgotten." In that case you will live forever since Biscuit-Fest is a reality now in Austin Oct. 8th
from now on. What an incredible life.
Jody Wilkinson
May 17, 2006
to all the friends and family of Uncle Biscuit" Thank you for all the love you have shown and for the love you gave my uncle. I miss him so much and only wish that he was here to tell him. He always made mw feel much better just by talking to him even when he did not feel well himself. He was so full of life and laughter that the world could not hold it all. His art and music was the expressions of his soul. He always talked about his friends and loved ones from Austin and around the world. Dwight, it seems like Ive known you for ages, you and your family. Allisons mural of biscuit(the board of pictures) hangs in my grandmothers house with pride. I stand for hours just looking at the pictures lauching at the silliness and love that are in them all. Uncle Randy, I miss and love you so much. Thank you for giving me so much love and teaching me to look at people not from the outside, but from within. I LOVE YOU UNCLE BISCUIT
Dwight Patrick
April 4, 2006
Biscuit, I just wanted you to know that a Birthday card you sent to Allison a few years ago resurfaced suddenly on March 12, the day before her 15th birthday. We gave it to her the next day and said to her "See Allison, your Godfather wanted you to know that he is watching over you always." She cried, and so did I and Valerie. At first they were tears of sorrow for our loss, but then became tears of joy and love for having been part of your life for so many years. I hope that you will be proud of Allison as she continues her journey to adulthood, and that you will continue to help guide her along the path. We keep you in our hearts and minds every day. All our love to you forever from Allison, Valerie, Dwight, and Tom.
Iggy
March 14, 2006
With us always!
Janine de Luna-Azul
March 12, 2006
Every show I perform in - every dance - every line I deliver-every song I sing... with all wild abandon- I will do it all in Memory of Biscuit!
Eric Sutton
February 22, 2006
I've known about Randy's passing for some time but just want to chime in on how important his music and art were to me growing up! As a young skatepunk in the 80's, you looked for bands and people you could identify with...basically because you were an outcast and needed some comfort in the fact that it was ok to be who you were. Bisquit and the Boys help do that for me and I am grateful!
I still spin the records and skate like I did back then! RIP Randy......e
Michael Laird
February 18, 2006
Well Randall, we always talked about what it would be like, and now you're really in that big top in the sky. Rest in peace brother.
ML
reapingcrone {at} hotmail {.} com
Jeff Sharp
January 7, 2006
R.I.P. You inspire
Dale Scott
December 17, 2005
I've recently relocated to Texas after several years in the frozen north and have only just learned the sad news of Randy's death. I didn't know him that well, but I always found his personal warmth and energy, as well as his wonderfully kitchy/campy sense of humor, to be a true delight and inspiration. (One of the funniest things I ever heard him say was that people who don't get enough cholesterol in their diets should try wearing a "pork rind patch.") And it is heartening to read through all these many testimonies from folks whose lives he made better through his friendship and artistry. I recognize a name here and there, and it makes me nostalgic for the good ol' days in Austin. Those were great times, and "Biscuit" and his various musical endeavors were an integral part of it. All the best to his family, his friends, and his fans.
Brian Ritter
December 10, 2005
This world is a better place because of the love you brought to bear...we will forever be grateful to have you in our lives....
jerry leo
December 9, 2005
I never met Biscuit but the music of the Big Boys carried me through my teens in the 80's, I still listen to them today. I was just very sad to hear of his death, he was an inspiration and left behind a great legacy,his words and music mattered...
Johnny Oi
December 8, 2005
Big boys were great. Biscuit influenced the way i sing. I love the guy. You are missed.
R.I.P. from all the South Jersey Punx
Kimberly Lively
November 25, 2005
As I sit here crying because of all my fond memories of you, I just wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday, Uncle Randy. I'm sure you are having a big celebration where you are. We had Thanksgiving at my house this year. It was hard without you. Of course, we took pictures of the food before & after we 'attacked' it. I really miss you. Tonite we will be toasting a few to you to help celebrate your life. I love you!!! Miss ya...
J. C. Axberg
November 22, 2005
Well it's almost your birthday...the first one we'll all miss seeing you. Because of "Nell's Kitchen"...and your love of family and old friends back in East Texas. It became as big a holiday as Xmas because we knew, we'd get to see you again. You'd always have time for us, and always with arms full of presents.
And an endless amount of new adventures to share. Thanksgiving will never be the same...but thankful is what we ARE for having you for our life-long friend, and meeting your extended family in Austin. In everypart of our home is some Biscuit memento, usually the smallest of things...that meant something to us. Gonna miss ya Biscuit, forever!
Kevin West
November 21, 2005
Biscuit,
Time passes and you're still not here. Thanks for all the art until you decide to appear again.
I think I first met you during a rehearsal for one of Jim's Big State productions. Like Sidney already stated, you were originally a frightening, larger than human countenance to experince. But your ferociousness instantly melted into an absurd and always welcoming circus.
The character you played in "Rowdy Roundup" and the Swine King concert you gave for the rodeo section of the film will forever be some of my most cherished life events. You made the process of filming both an arena for laughter and an intimate situation in which your amazing talent simply awed everyone involved.
I will miss receving your post card creations this Christmas, and your handmade art show notices and our crazy, crazy phone conversations.
I keep thinking about the word a neighbor used to describe you. Irreplaceable. You are that and were so much more for so many of us earthlings.
Thanks for beautiful, shiney, candy-colored memories. I hope I sometimes made you smile the way you always did me.
Love,
Kevin West
chris wing
November 21, 2005
My most recent Biscuit moment was yesterday when I was going thru boxes and stuff during a spasm of straightening out my dinky apartment. I came across a tiny box which Randy had given me at a birthday dinner. It was full of trinkets - mostly wee little plastic babies. I didn't know what to do with them but ended up gluing them to an old circuit board. They look right at home now. I sure do miss Biscuit. I think of him every day, and he continues to inspire me.
Andy Irish
November 18, 2005
I got into the Big Boys a little later in my punk rock life!!! But boy even now many years after that Biscuits voice makes me spring around with the bountiful energy of a teenager. His music and image leave a lasting legacy
Welly!
November 18, 2005
We had Biscuit over with his band Biscuit's Texas Bombs back in May 2004 for a week on the road with our band and a huge travelling international punk flyer exhibition. A plan hatched between his then drummer and friend David Ensminger, and myself.
Always polite (I think it was the first time my mum had ever been called "ma'am" before), it was interesting to see him explain to young teenage punk kids about the flyers they were looking at, their origins, and the artists, and think to myself of how they had no idea of the role Biscuit had played in the scene they were just discovering.
Always eager to help. We literally couldn't stop the guy from repeatedly washing the dishes and cleaning up (it was almost like he felt guilty for our hospitality or something), and always on hand when the laborious task of shifting twenty 4 foot square chipboard display boards and their stands twice a day, and fit them in the minibus along with the backline of equipment.
Watching Biscuit's Texas Bombs every night, and their covers of old Big Boys, Minutemen, Really Red, Dicks and other classic tunes was unforgettable. And Biscuit's humour and showmanship put the crowd at ease with a smile on their faces while they danced.
Above all though, the time he spent with my then 8 year old son and 4 year daughter stood out the most. He spent hours with them helping them create; painting them pictures, and telling them how special and talented they were.
For a year after, they asked; "when's Biscuit coming back?" So you can imagine how it felt when I had to tell them that he'd died.
"What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others." Pericles
Jean Jordan
November 16, 2005
Your presence changed everything. You will be missed.
marc tobio
November 4, 2005
i've only cried over a few of my heroes' deaths
a few times over the years,and this is one of those times.
when i was a teen,i got to see the Big Boys twice.
I got to be roadie (i.e.-hang out)with them and learn first hand why
they were one of the best bands and some of the nicest people i've
ever met.
Randy Turner was a sweetheart of a guy.
He was funny,charming and a excellent vocalist/frontman.
he played to 50 kids as if they were 1,000.
he really seemed to care for the people who came out to see his
band,and was supportive to the last.
He made me proud to be a part of this thing we call a "scene".
I can remember that when we were leaving W. Mass to go to Boston,there
was not much room for all of us,(imagine 8 teenagers,a van full of
equipment and assorted skateboards and collected junk)while debating
who got to go and who got to stay,biscuit just said-"there's no reason to leave anyone out"....They later fed us as if we were as important as everyone else-That is how I remember him.
sorry for the long posts.
be good y'all
I could say so much more,yet i think i will just say:
"now go start your own band!"
C McMinnis
November 1, 2005
I was fortunate enough to spend 6-7 hours a day working along side Biscuit. He made every day fun to come to work. From painting my jeans while I wore a towel, to making pancakes in the back of the store it was awesome. He taught me that Luby's was a good wholesome meal for a single person. He made tea for me at his art gallery he called home. He held me when I cried. I will keep you in that place in my heart where darkness never comes. Fly on Biscuit, fly on!
Marcus Trejo
October 30, 2005
I first met Biscuit when I moved to Austin in 1981 to go to UT. His presence in a room was palpable and on stage he was pure energy. Years later when The Pocketfishrmen played shows with on of his bands we felt honored. During the recording of "Meanest Man" (with Swine King), Cris Burns and I had a fine time laughing and hanging out with Bisciut and Dotty and the rest of the band. I have really fine memories of him. And I am glad my daughter got a li'l bag of his toys. She loves the roung dice. RIP Bisciut. You are Loved.
Kelly Bell
October 29, 2005
I was absolutely destroyed to hear of Randy's death. He and I first met when we worked next door to each other, me at Inner Sanctum Records as Import Buyer, and he at the skate shop next door. He was an idol, a mentor a friend, to me. He introduced me, always kindly and with encouragement, to a local scene that for me was just beginning. At 17, I was a newbie musician, playing in the not-yet-Reivers band Zeitgeist as bassist, and then later in Go Dog, Go. Throughout this period Biscuit honored me far beyond my due with friendship and respect. I was too young to get in to the Raul's shows and so came late to see the Big Boys, thought I did get to see them play a few times. He was awesome. My favorite memory to this day, one I regale my kids with on a regular basis, was when Biscuit asked me to play a show with him and Lee Shupp (from Musick) and other amazing musicians in a soul revue show at Voltaire's Basement, which was at that time hosting a gallery showing of Biscuit's art. The walls were covered with pasta-cum-intestines viewed through Biscuit's calliope eyes, and I was never so honored in all my life. Many things happened to me in my musical life afterwards that might seem on the outside more impressive, but for me, never. That was the high point for me, always. Randy, I'm so sorry I wasn't here for you -- you were far too young to go away from us. I will really miss you.
Love,
Kelly
Mike Loomis
October 28, 2005
Being out of state, I'm sorry to finally hear the sad news. Even though I never got to meet Randy I was lucky enough to see him at Rudyard's in Houston with Swine King. I'll never forget the furry caveman costume and the plastic bones. I'll be breaking out the Big Boys vinyl tonight...so long!!
David E. Webb
October 20, 2005
The benefit and memorial service for Randy is done. I cannot say how amazing it was to see hundreds of folks there to celebrate Randy's life and remember who he is. I cannot say was, still. He will always be here with me in my heart.
And watching over me. I have always wondered if people in heaven look down and see everything we do. If so, sorry, I'm only human. Biscuit and I had few secrets anyway.
I have so many memories of things we shared during our thirty seven year friendship. One thing I want to share was something we both experienced on a camp out at Enchanted Rock in the hill country in the early 70's. At that time it was private property and you paid a small fee to the family that lived there and that gave you the run of the whole area. It was Fall and cool. We drove down in the "Flying Tortilla Wagon" , a 1952 sedan delivery chevy panel truck. I had bought it from Rob Smith who got it from Tonys Tortilla Factory for fifty bucks. It still had the company logo, "Tony's Sanitary Tortillas'on the side. We drove it everywhere and it was a great ride that matched the Fun we insisted guide our lifestyle as long haired culture clowns.
We would take the Willow City loop when it was a rough ride. slaming across creeks and granite.Sometimes we would arrive and the battery would be dangling in the engine well by the battery cables.
We were going to make a determied effort to find an arrow head. Randy and I were interested in Native American spiritualism and it's connection to our place on the planet. Humbly and with no assumptions. But we knew the magic value of Enchanted Rock to the Commanche and Tonkawas. If you go there you will know why.
We wanted a token of that connection they had. An arrow head would be perfect.
After a while of walking and climbing around a creek bed I heard Randy call out, "I found one!!". "Don't move it", I shouted,"I want to see how it lays". I went around the bend to see Randy looking down at a perfect arrow point, red flint about one inch long. As we both sat there just enjoying the moment and looking down at it, a beautiful large black and yellow zebra striped butterfly glided up and floated over the arrow point. At that moment a pattern of concentric circles radiated out from the butterfly and arrow point. Like ripples from a stone tossed in a perfectly clear pool. We both looked at each other and said at the same time, "Did you see that?"
We had. We felt we were given something special at that moment and it was always magic to us.
When I saw Randy last July 24,2005 he brought the arrow head out and we held it and talked again about the vision we were given.
Randy's Mom gave me a small amount of Randy's ashes and I am going to Enchanted Rock this Fall.
I am going to the exact spot and leave them there. I will say a prayer and say his name out loud. I hope then I will have a sense of closure. I will always have him in my heart but I can't visit with him at his house anymore.
Love, Lizard
Cathleen Dane
October 18, 2005
Last month my husband's friend told me, Randy Turner had passed away. I told him, I didn't know who Randy Turner was. He told me, "You know, the Big Boys, they where a very well known punk band." Nope, I said.
But really I had met him as, "Randy", this is the name he provided when I met him during the most difficult time in my life. Lonely life at home, lonely life at work. I began taking a few lunch hours a month to go by Planet K. To browse, to wish, to pretent and to just hang out with, Randy. From the very first visit he was kind, gentle and knowledgable about so much. I always looked forward to my tea lunchs with,Randy. He told me he would be leaving PK to take on employment with health benifits. Happy, but said, we wished each other well on the continues of our journeys. Tears keep coming, for who, I don't know, as Randy's time here must have been completed. Those of us that still remain can only wish our law makers could experience and live by the characterics Randy so easily shared with all. It wasn't the clothes we have in our clostes, but how many we helped cloth. It wasn't the color of our skin or hair, but the content of our character. Nor, how many friends we had, but how many people to whom you were a friend:)
Checkie
October 18, 2005
Biscuit if wealth is measured in friends (which I believed it IS).
Then you were the richest man alive...your memorial and benefit was a testiment to the love of your friendship. Every story shared about you will make you live forever...my dear friend.
Dea Vise
October 15, 2005
This week I had a very funny looking blue bird show up at my house. It looked in the window constantly and chased the squirrels. Ironically, this is also the week that I finally have healed from a terrible accident...
Biscuit always told me he would take away my pain if he could. For some reason, I believe he actually did it. I just found out tonight that he passed away. No wonder he wouldn't return my calls... Oh, beautiful, beautiful man... This is such a terrible loss!
What an amazing gift it is to have known Randy for all of my adult life. He taught me to be happy when I was sad, to find joy in the smallest things, and how to make a mustard foldover.
Nobody I've ever met has lived life so fully and as sad as I am to see him go, I know that heaven is appreciating the fine art that Biscuit brings. I'm sure he's got an angel band.
I love you and will miss you, Mr. Biscuit. Thank you for everything!
JD Fanning
October 13, 2005
Biscuit we miss you everyday, but your lasting spirit, creative drive, and vision will always be a source of inspiration to everyone especially me. Thanks friend. -JD
Jic Clubb
October 11, 2005
Randy moved across the street from us in about '91 or '92 into the southeast corner of a quadrangle of the best neighbors one could hope for. For the next 13 or so years we had the most amazingly close group of South Austinites with Bisquit as our Master of Ceremonies. Taking out-of-town visitors over to Bisquit's was the first thing to do to get a feel for Austin weird. Always the perfect host, he acted as if there was nothing wrong about baby heads on dog bodies, etc.
Barbara and I moved from Paramount Avenue in 2001, and the only thing we ever really missed was seeing Bisquit everyday. We miss him a lot.
Mr. Randall J. Turner, Esq. - "One of a Kind"
Phil Jahnke
October 8, 2005
I just saw the news.
I never met the man but as a 13 year old skater kid in the sticks he influenced me more than I can put into words.
Thanks.
Jamie Bancroft
October 7, 2005
I was very fortunate to perform in Boy Problems (The Musical) with Biscuit in the 90s. He was an inspiration. Working with him was incredible. "I met a man from Planet Self, His umbilical cord is his gravity belt. He was kinda strange and he dressed real cool but his life support was low on fuel." Here's to the endless supply of creative fuel you have wherever you are!! Jamie
Todd V. Wolfson
October 6, 2005
top ten things that i have in my heart 4 Biscuit:
-he was always an inspiration to me to be me.
-we did GREAT photos together.
-seeing him @ the Hole in the Wall w/ eXene & Robbie was a musical highlight in my 26 years here.
-he was a sweet, sweet man.
-we had a great talk during our LAST shoot together...
-i loved inside his house and refridgerator.
-i once made a biscuit-like poster for a SWINE KING/CLOWNMEAT show....
-i am thankful that the CHRON gave me the assignment to spend some time with him..i might not have seen him before the end, so i feel VERY lucky!!!!!!
-he loved the peeps of Austin...
-just sitting with him and Savlov the few days before his exit....
LOVE YOU 4EVA, Randall !!!!
Toddy
Jim Chambers
October 6, 2005
Have been obsessed with music since the late 60's and I have seen hundreds upon hundreds of shows from tiny night clubs to huge sold out stadium concerts. The absolute best show I ever saw in my life was a Big Boys show. Randy being the reason. GOD BLESSED!
Jack Simpson
October 5, 2005
I loved Randy Turner. Still do. He and our friend Rob Carley gave me a gift that is so personal, so precious that it has taken me a long time to try and put my feelings into words and it has taken me a long time to decide whether of not to share these feelings with anyone. But Hallelujah, Hallelujah! The decision is made. Ready? Randy and Rob gave me this: Me.
Randy and Rob were my role models. They were real men. They showed me that a man could cook, clean, wash clothes, be gentle, be loving, be open, be flexible, be a gardener, be creative, be goofy, be tough as nails and much, much more. They taught me to wallow in my enthusiasms. They were so generous. I was in awe of them. Still am. Rob is alive and well living in Southern California with his wife and son. I love you, Rob.
But let us talk of Biscuit. For he is dead.
When my wife and I would have Biscuit over for dinner, he was the first into the kitchen afterwards to help with the dishes and put away the leftovers. He always brought dessert that he had made. He wasn’t hesitant to say, “I love you”. I think that he was the first male friend of mine to say that to me. I remember seeing him interact with the children of some friends of his. He was so sweet to them. He spoke so softly to them. I had never seen anything like that. Later in life, when my girls were born, I imitated him and spoke softly to them. Do you want to know a secret? Randy always wanted children. He told me so.
After Jean Ann and I had our daughters, life got busy and we had less and less contact with Randy. But I made sure that I stopped by Planet K once or twice a year. I called occasionally. I would run into him at Target or the South Austin Sam’s (he really liked Sam’s).He got to know my oldest daughter and I am very happy about that. She worked at Sam’s and he would stop by her work area and chat. Shortly before he died, she gave him some plastic flowers that she had been saving for him. That brings me great joy.
I knew that he had hepatitis and needed help with his medical expenses. In 2003 I hired him to work with me so that he could get “some” coverage. It was a 9 to 5 job in an office environment. Imagine that! He never made it past the 90 days required to get insurance coverage. He couldn’t stand it. He could do the work, of course, but he was so stifled by the pressure of being an artist in a not so artistic environment.
One day, shortly before he quit, I had assigned him something to do, When he was done, he handed me the completed work and said, “Here you go, Honey.” I never blinked or even thought a thing about it. Later, one of our co-workers quietly asked me, “Did he call you “Honey”?” “Yeah, he sure did! He always calls me “Honey””. I was man enough to say that.
James Bonney
October 2, 2005
Randy was a joy to be around. This is a tremendous loss.
James Rodriguez
September 29, 2005
randy we will miss you alot.your'e music has help my bro with his life and mine.every time i listen to the big boys i just want to brake out in tears. i wish i could have met you.where ever you have "fun fun fun" skating the big pool.
Jimmy Remington
September 28, 2005
Trust me, it is paradise, this is where the hungry come to feed, for mine is a generation that circle the globe, in search of something we haven't tried before, so never refuse an invitation, never resist the unfamiliar, never fail to be polite, and never out-stay your welcome, just keep your mind open and suck in the experience, and if it hurts, you know what? It's probably worth it! You hope and you dream, but you never believe that something is going to happen to you, not like it does in the movies, and when it actually does, you expect it to feel different, more visual, more real. I was waiting for it to hit me, hit me! I still believe in paradise, but now at least I know it's not some place you can look for, "cause it's not where you go, it's how you feel for a moment in your life, if you find that moment, it'll last forever, last forever, last forever, with a dream in your heart, your never alone!
George Hurchalla
September 28, 2005
I only got in touch with Biscuit for the first time this summer, to send him a copy of my book he was on the cover of. His spirit and what he brought to the early Austin punk scene made that scene the ultimate example of what punk rock was meant to be - wildly individualistic, colorful, and free of any macho attitudes. He was also the most giving person in the world. I couldn't believe that in return he sent me a wonderful long thank you note and one of his famous packages full of insane kitsch as well as lots of cool Big Boys stuff. It all surrounds me in my kitchen now, keeping him alive for me.
I was stunned when I heard the news, because my photographer friend Dixon - who shot the cover photo of Biscuit and whose zine Idle Time was where Biscuit saw a photocopied bible pamphlet that gave name to the Big Boys album "Lullabies Help the Brain Grow" - had died just a few weeks before. It seemed impossible both such great people were gone in such a short time.
There definitely will be no one else like Biscuit, he represented all that was good and creative not just in punk rock and the art world but in humanity in general.
David Means
September 28, 2005
The smiles last forever! Thanks for supplying me with so many! I skated tough, I never went home, and I started my own band! You are STILL with us all.
Ernest Poston
September 27, 2005
The first time I can remember seeing Randy was about 1968 in Gladewater. I was 12 and he had extremely long hair,parted in the middle,faded jeans,tye-dyed t-shirt and some sort of leather pouch hanging from a belt loop containing God knows what.I can remember my parents saying '' oh, that's that Turner boy'' when I asked who he was. He was the first Hippie I had ever seen,and I can remember thinking how cool I thought he was. The last time I saw him was when I moved to Austin in 1982. Tony Walston and I went to to see him play and I thought he was just as cool as when I had seen him on the streets of Gladewater. Although I never knew Randy well, he was always friendly and had a kind word for a kid from His hometown,and he was truly One of a kind. I'm sure the Angels have never had so much fun as they've had since Randy hit town.
VEGGIE
September 27, 2005
WOW... I HAVE NOT BEEN IN AUSTIN IN A LONG TIME... BUT I OFTEN THINK OF BISCUIT AND THE GREAT TIMES I HAD THERE... SKATING AT THE DITCH IN PFLUGERVILLE... SEEING ALL THE GREAT BANDS AT CLUB FOOT... HANGING OUT AT THE "OAF HOUSE " OR GOING TO A BACKYARD BAR-B-QUE AND JAM SESSION WITH BISCUIT, CINDY, TIM AND BETH, CHRIS, SHERRI, JUKEBOX, BILLY PROBLEM, NED ,...AND , AND , AND , AND... WOW... I REALLY MISS BISCUIT AND THOSE DAYS IN AUSTIN!!!... BISCUIT AND THE BIG BOYS REALLY WERE A CATALYST IN THE AUSTIN SCENE BACK THEN!!!
XXXXXXX TO ALL........
VEGGIE!
John Axberg
September 27, 2005
I've found out from the Legacy.com folks that this guestbook will remain UP! An not taken down in 30 days...as most are. So, I encourage everyone to tell all of Biscuit's friends to sign the guestbook and leave a Biscuit story. As one of Randy's friends, it helps to endure his lose...knowing how many lives he touched. He was truly a GREAT INFLUENCE on so many.
rainer krispel
September 26, 2005
just heard about the sad news via the homepage of a german label, that rereleased some BIG BOYS. always strange to feel touched by the passing of someone you never knew, "only" heard some of his music..., still i feel a big loss.
gonna spin all the big boys i have when dj-ing tonight, to remember a great human being.
Joao Da Silva
September 25, 2005
I never got to see the Big Boys, in fact I only discovered them about 2 years ago through a friend I made when my band toured the U.S.. Punk rock brought me to The Big Boys and discovering them made my faith in punk and the DIY community even stronger, and... more fun. An amazing band that will always be remembered by those of us who've had the chance to take in all that great music even if we never got to see them live or meet them in person. When I think of the Big Boys I think of a band that not only contributed great music and ideas but also a lot of heart. That's what Randy means to me, a big boy with a giant heart, filled with soul.
Thanks Randy.
Dago
September 24, 2005
Definitely the most humble, caring person I have ever met....thanks for the shirts & a place to crash. R.I.P. Biscuit
September 24, 2005
Bonnie Cook
September 20, 2005
loved and missed by me and SO many
come if you can. bring stories, art, love and hugs for friends to the memorial on 10/8 and the benefit concert on 10/9 at Emo's.
xo
Mr. B 1978
Randolph Cooke
September 20, 2005
This is a photo of Biscuit on his way to Eore's Birthday Party 1978.
September 20, 2005
Back in 1969 Randy had a small apartment in Longview, Tx.. He had just turned me on to the then outrageous Alice Cooper (Eat your heart out Alice). As we peered put his window at not so cool neighbors, Biscuit declared "Ta Ta squares, I'm off to join the hippies". Sounded like a good idea so we were off to Austin.
Staying on Salado Street that first year, sometimes food was in short supply. Now, a lot of people knew him as a accomplished musician and artist,I knew him as a majician as well. With a mere .40 cents he majically tranformed us from hungry hippies to happy hippies using only 2 cans of cheap biscuits and 1 stick oleo. Talk about abrakababra!!! I haven't forgotten about those "Main Burritoes" from Taco Bell that kept me alive nor the door that was always open to get me out of the weather nor that pack of Bamboo he gave me a few years ago while working at Planet K.
Eventually things got better for all of us. I was hanging on the "drag" in Austin, along comes Biscuit garbed in what appeared to a "High priest" robe adorned with many bags of Fritos and Dr. Pepper cans. He was going about his busines blessing the masses with a wand decorated with baby doll arms and legs. I asked him "what ya doing big guy?" His answer "Playing snack bar and keepa ya hands off" Yes Randy had a unique talent for putting the fun in disfuntional.
On Rio grand St. in Austin some where between 24th and 26th etched in what was then wet concrete, you'll see the names Biscuit, Lizard, and Rodo. Along time ago we carved our names in an attempt to become "immortal". As far as I am concerned Randy has now achieved this. Gone but not forgotten.
Rodo
Key West, Florida
[email protected]
Randolph Cooke
September 17, 2005
I first met Biscuit in 1975. It was impossible to remain depressed when he was around. He pushed back to walls of darkness for so many people. We will all miss you you big lug you. Janice, Matthew, Travis and Myself.
Patrick La Borde
September 16, 2005
I was fortunate enough to meet Randy before I knew he was Biscuit. My friend Melissa introduced me to the guy she called her favorite person in the world.
I first met Buscuit at his art show at the Space. His kindness was intoxicating. Everyone smiled when they talked to him. His art work said something to you when you saw it. It was wonderful to be in Buscuit's world with his people.
I will never forget the night he performed with the Dicks at Room 710. It was a beautiful moment that only a few were blessed to see. You are the best big guy!!!
Sure miss you brother. My heart goes out to your mother and those who loved you.
-Patrick La Borde
Zack Sunderman
September 15, 2005
I never personally met Biscuit or was anywhere near him, in fact. I'm just a 22-year-old from the Midwest who has been into punk rock for 10 years and has had his life changed because of it.
One of the bands that means the most to me out of all the music that has ever touched me, is the Big Boys. I could go on and on about their complete subversion of the increasingly dogmatic punk scene and how awesome that is, but really I just want to say that Biscuit inspires me to enjoy life. In a life full of depression and anger and insanity all around me, listening to the Big Boys is a reminder that there is hope.
Biscuit's GOLDEN voice is the vessel of that hope and I will always love and respect him for all that he was. I only wish I could have met him before this untimely and tragic passing. My condolences to EVERYONE else he has affected.
John Axberg
September 13, 2005
In preparing for a night @ Raul's back in '80, Biscuit and I went to the thrift shops to assemble out-fits for the occasion.
Randy handed me some little angel wings out of a pile, suggesting I hot-glue them to some safety glasses. I saved them for a later out-fit that would become, "The Flying Havalina" and...front man for 'The How Wild-Wild Hog Band'.
All inspired by Randall J. "Biscuit" Turner...Biscuit would say, "Little girl skirts make GREAT Clown collars!" So, keep your eyes open for those little treasures among the mundane.
Oct. 8th & 9th will be a memorial for Randy and Benefit for Nellie Mae Turner( Randy's Mom).
I hope all that CAN attend and participate WILL.
With undying gratitude, The Flying Havalina
Mark Stevens
September 9, 2005
Even in Shanghai China, the news has finally arrived that Randy has gone to that half pipe in the sky. I met him backstage at a couple of shows. He did a long interview on cassette before playing in Sacto at Club Minimal. Great show right after their last albumn came out. We just sat and talked and taped it. Fantastic interview that's probably lost now but radio station KDVS might still have it.
I will not forget how excited he was talking about ZZ Top. He loved ZZ Top!
I won't forget singing part of Big Picture with him either.
Great show, greater person. I am a better person for enjoying your music, art and kindness.
"We don't care if you don't like it, or think that it's the best. As long as you remember, we're up with all the rest"
Rochelle Hamby
September 8, 2005
There are not enough words to express my sadness of Biscuits passing. Luckily we have been friends for many years and there are many funny stories that I have in my heart to reflect back on (with a big silly smile on my face). I will always miss Randy and his laughter.
DARLENE (TURNER) TAYLOR
September 7, 2005
Yes this is your CUZ Darlene again, from time to time I come in here to the Guest Book for you, and I am impressed each time. You have been a very well loved person in your lifetime. It feels good to know so many people care about you, not just for your music or your art but for YOU YOURSELF, the Happy wonderful person you have been since I can remember when we all grew up together, I guess I really miss those times, all sides of our families got together alot, and then we started the family reunions, those are awesome, I remember the last one you were at, I had made CHICKEN Spaghetti, and you were like I am taking all this with me nobody can have any. I was happy It made you happy. and thats just how you were and where ever you are , it didnt take much to keep you happy, I loved being around you and I hope and pray you know that. You have been the sweetest cousin, we could have ever asked for.
And I would also like to tell everyone Thank you for being a sincere honest friend to our Cousin. I love you always and wherever you are Randy, keep em all smiling and laughing. Hugs to you, til we see you again.
Love always, your CUZ DARLENE (TURNER) TAYLOR
Amelie White
September 6, 2005
Only now will you know how much you changed me, Biscuit...because I'm thinking about it. You will always be with me. I love you so much.
Amelie
Ralph Goldenmouth
September 5, 2005
Much respect from New Jersey, my brother.
Sean McGuire
September 4, 2005
I met Biscuit at Let's Go Skate on 24th. He was always really sweet to me as a kid, little skate rat, making me do olleys in the store. I left Austin and came back after 13 years, and bumped into him at Randall's, where I worked (it later ocurred to me that he probably shopped there because he felt like it was his store). He told me of a great and beautiful art exhibit and show during SXSW and invited my wife and I to dinner. Right before his death I was wondering why I hadn't seen him in a while. And then I saw his obit on the cover of the Statesman- what a lousy way to find out about the loss of such an awesome guy. We love you Biscuit
Tom Huckabee
September 2, 2005
Goodbye, Randy. Our loss is heaven's gain.
Maybe you'll teach God how to have fun fun fun.
dixie ross
September 1, 2005
biscuit was singing fun, fun, fun at fiesta gardens the first time i saw the man who would eventually become my husband. If they ever make a movie of my life (doubtful), the Big Boys will have a prominent place on the soundtrack. They were the ones who really cemented my plans to live a life of passion rather than material consumption. Biscuit was such an amazing front man, anyone who ever saw him perform would have to be impressed. How many of us can live a life like that?
Gary Watson
September 1, 2005
mmm? Just a short tribute to Mr.Turner. Touched my life with explosive excitment in 86 when i first clapped ears on Big Boys. Having listened to many bands of that period suddenly i had found the complete article. Didnt know his fine art but his musical art blew me to pieces. I tip my hat to you sir, a sad loss.
Shawn Johnson(Wilkinson)
September 1, 2005
Biscuit's Style
Before he was a biscuit, he was just dough. When I first met him and found out he was a rockstar, all I could say was whoa. He was an extremely odd man, and he was very sweet and kind. When he was young I wonder if he ever played pin the tail on the donkeys behind. I always wondered what he did, when he was just a kid, and everyone loved him no matter what he did. He may have done a sin, but that doesn't change his name, and as long as I'm around, he'll always be the one and only biscuit. I didn't know him that much, but everytime I was around him, he made me happier with every gentle touch. I never went to his concerts, and I've never seen his band, The first time I met him I sat on his lap, and he held my hand. And at that moment I knew he was my uncle, my biscuit, my everything, and if he saw someone with a smile that was upside down, he would try to do something funny, like dress up like a clown. I know everyone misses him, but so do I. Everyone also thought he was the best, and now he is just memories and part of our soul, while he lies down to rest.
This poem is dedicated in loving memory of Randy "Biscuit" Turner
Written by Shawn Johnson Wilkinson Age 12
Kristi Wilkinson
September 1, 2005
You are the best uncle anyone could ever ask for. You were the rock that held our family together. You were the reason that we had so many get togethers at nana's house. You treated mine and Jody's adopted children as if they were your own and had been a part of the family forever. My sons love and miss you so much. We all do. You touched so many lives in some of the most simplest of ways. You always made me feel as if I belonged in your family. You will dearly be missed, but you will always live in my heart and my children's hearts. I just want to thank you for all you have done and just for being you. Which by the way was the best. I will always love and remember you. Kristi Wilkinson
chris wing
September 1, 2005
Biscuit was my friend. He'll always be in my heart.
Darcee Douglas
September 1, 2005
I'm heartbroken from Randy's passing yet comforted by the amount of love pouring out from across the globe. Biscuit was a driving force in the music world. I wonder how many bands have him to thank for their existence? He gave every kid he met encouragement and some sort of magical belief they, too, could be musicians and performers. It was a dream come true to have been in a band (Swine King) and to have been involved in a number of theatrical performances with him. He sang his heart out - Always. Biscuit often came to rehearsals bearing gifts - one opening night he brought peices of art he had made specially for each cast member. During my stint as a professional wrestler, Biscuit was one of my most loyal (and colorful) fans. I'm so greatful for the support he has always given me. His friendship has been a blessing.
Biscuit, thank you for the years of love, laughter, music, and memories.
I will always love you,
"Dangerous"
Billy J Pringle
August 31, 2005
Back in the early 80's I had begun having Thanksgiving potluck
dinners, for anyone left in town. A lot of folks were either
unwanted, or unable to see their families. "Eat till ya pop,
Drink till ya' drop" was the battle cry. These were very
successful and really brought a lot of disparate scenes and folks
together. They became so successful that by the third year I was
beginning to get people that had nothing to do with any scene I might
know, including a few homeless folks. My house was small, I mean
small. And that last year was so big it really needed to be held in a public building. I was flabbergasted.
Needless to say, the next day I had a gargantuan task in front of
me. I was in my living room around 11 a.m. staring at an inch of
beer,coke,food, blood and anything else that could be spilled on the
floor. Not to mention the trash everywhere. And then I noticed a
large figure in my front window about to knock on the screen door. It
was Biscuit. He had two boxes of trashbags, two cups of coffee and
box of posters from my old bands or bands he thought I would like.
And mind you, he had to have walked all this over from his house,
since it was too much for a bike. I lived on 35th street ( I think )
where it dead ended west of Guadalupe.
The night before tons of people told me how cool it was to think of
other folks and the predicament they might be in, and how it made the
holiday so special for them, yadda yadda yadda..... And I know they
meant it. But Randy Turner was the only one who thought of me, that
next day, instead of nursing a hangover, or purging. He was the only
one who could shine so bright, with such kindness and sincere caring.
He was my idol before that day, but he was my hero at that moment.
And still is.... I love him and will miss him.
John Primm
August 31, 2005
Oh my dear Biscuit. I shall eat a plate of peeps in your honor after donning the lovely green satin clown suit that you gave me. Or the house-dress peckered all over with tiny flowers. Or the Barbie sleeping bag. You were such a source of mad-cap fun, literate cursing and art to die for. No pun intended, but I hear you giggling.
I will miss you everytime I see blue hair on an old Texas woman. I shall hear you every time I pull Cecil's string. I shall touch you every time I open my Barbie Suitcase. You are now what you always seemed to be in life- a dream. See you when I get there!
George Blance
August 31, 2005
My band opened for the Big Boys back in '83 & Biscuit & crew stayed at my house between gigs in Western Mass & Boston.
I had been out of touch with Biscuit for ages but very recently we reconnected & we spoke on the phone
weekly & he sent me a big box of stuff including poems, flyers & other random stuff. I was planning on (finally) taking a trip to Austin
this Fall, with Biscuit as a tour guide & host. I was devastated to hear the news, but I'm glad that after such a lapse I got a chance to tell him how much he meant to me.
I send my deepest condolences to Randy's family & friends. He was a true original who can never be replaced.
David Earl Webb
August 31, 2005
I last saw Randy on July25,2005,mid day. I was just rounding up a three day visit. I told him, "I'm not going. I'll stay another day." Randy said,"Good, stay and we'll go and do something fun, right now!" Both of us knowing I had to get home. I left. I want that moment back.
Randy was my dearest friend for 37 years. Years that now seem like minutes. We first met in 1968 and with like mind and sense of humor we became best friends.
In 1970 Randy moved to Austin. I soon followed and we shared a house on Salado st. Randy had said the next five years were some of the most carefree and happy in his life.
In 1976 I moved back to Nacogdoches county and started a home and family in the country. When Randy came to visit we treated him like he was at a resort. "Are your bon-bons stacked high enough, sir?" Randy was a wonderful person to my children growing up.
Over the years he always made sure I knew what he was up to. And at times got me involved in his cultural hijinks.Such as, involving me as a stage prop when the "Big Boys' opened for the "Plasmatics"at Club Foot. Thank you Biskit, for letting me lurk and stay connected. Over the years we gravitated back and forth keeping in touch. He was always the same person and our friendship transcended any time apart.
Randy was coming to my home on Sept.3rd week end. He was to have a booth at a local art and music festival here in Nacogdoches. I was so looking forward to sitting with him watching local reaction to his presentation. He said he wanted to set up a pop up toaster and offer each passer by a piece of toast.My heart will be broken when that week end comes. I cannot think of Randy in past tense, that just hasen't hit me yet like it will.
Randy and I decided to activate a culinary adventure called the "It's Fun To Eat Club". Thanksgiving at his mom's house was high church. His mom Nellie Turner, the high priestess, chef queen and her enamel wash tub of cornbread dressing the sacrement.
The first time I met Randy's family they lived next to the rodeo grounds in Gladewater. I was invited, as in any proper Southern family, a place at the dinner table. A big happy family, children, teens and adults making a place for everyone. The meal was a delightful cream gravy over sliced white bread.
Randy could always make something wonderful out of the most humble of circumstances, Making his life what he wanted it to be out of whatever elements or situations he was handed.
Randy was always positive and lived with a magnificent JOY........
He always attributed these lessons to his beloved mother Nellie.
Randy's strength of character was most evident in his fearless announcement of who he was, in his Art, Poetry, Music and, of course,his wardrobe!
I hope Randy knew how much he was loved and how much good and a positive influence he was to me as my friend and spiritual brother. I cannot measure it. I told him everytime I could.
PS. Biscuit, in spirit of the "It's Fun To Eat Club" I had chili dogs with double weenies and homemade chili. Adding in your honor a frito pie sidecar, all crowned with a bright yellow wig of cheese.
Maddog
August 30, 2005
having known randy only slightly, still I mourn his passing. The mourning is only right but we should never forget the basis of his persona,FUN< FUN< FUN ! A memorial party of epic proportion is called for. it's the right thing to do.
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