Randeze™ | Bud | Rosenkrans
Randeze™
Call him what you will, to know him is to love him as a Workforce Giant. Over the last ten years he and I have over come the demanding challenges that are associated with musicians. RANDEZE is an over achiever, a skilled musician, with a great ear for mastering. Better than most so called professionals in the studios whom I’ve paid over the years for sh*tty work.
RANDEZE would hold his ground against the best lead guitarists anywhere in the world. He’s been able of handling almost every task I’ve given him. Musicians are a breed in which you learn you rarely can please.
Bud – Bud – Bud
I WANT YOU!
To have a good time!
I’ve watched this young lad grow into manhood using his talent to build a total industry foundation. It was nothing to see Bud sitting in my NYC office on 38th in the wee hours of the night planning his next event after a hard day at work. While I have always addressed him as Bud, his children address him as Dad. I got to know Bud more on a personal basis when he and his first born son came to my estate to chill. Bud is what you would call a reinforce spar. He can promote your event and offer you a hellish good time with Champagne.
Jack Rosenkrans The Contractor
When you want excavating done by someone who’s good, won’t cheat you, and who’s fair in price; the name Jack comes to mind. He has done work for our family over the years, like digging for blocks in our quarry. Although, he grew up in a small town, he learned how to not be intimidated by big machinery. He’ll put his heart into any project, and treats it as if it were his domain. I watched him grow into manhood and befriend my children.When I first dreamed of Spolarized®, I thought of it as a musical word. I took a loan in order to pay for a studio to put my thoughts into music. In order to pay for the loan I asked everyone I knew to help me achieve my goal by buying a 10-song album for $10.00. On the way home from the studio I passed Jack on his dozer. I jumped from my car and ran towards him. Jack stopped the machine and asked what I wanted. I said, “$10.00 for my dream. Although it struck him funny, he asked no questions. Grabbed $10.00 from his pocket and I handed him the CD.
