At the age of eighteen I read everything related to Mozart. There was no limit to my trepidation when I found his festive poems intended exclusively for relatives, stacks of letters (the most diverse: sad, funny, heartbreaking, weak, victorious). I felt the affinity of his jokes, words and thoughts with my own. At twenty-four, that thrill began to apply to Randy as well. And being an admirer of both these musicians I never cease to be amazed at their similarities: they are both small in stature - light and energetic, like a whirlwind keeping pace wherever you can get on the heels of ballroom shoes; their noses are large, but commensurate with everything else in appearance - large eyes and lips (both a lively mind and a certain character made this very appearance pretty for others); both were too honest and too open to the world, naive and gentle like children. And despite the early demis the hard work and fruitfulness of each left an immeasurably bright legacy. Therefore, I simply could not help but alter the famous portrait of Wolfgang Amadeus in red under Rhoads, trying to keep the turn of the head and copy the line of the sleeve and collar almost exactly. I know that Randy usually didn't show his ears, preferring to hide them under his hair, but given the fact about Mozart's unusual earlobes, I decided to tuck the strands into the ponytail and expose the ears. And, although the artists do not praise themselves, I feel that this particular work is my little triumph. My masterpiece.

Once again: 1756 - Mozart 1956 - Rhoads