Randy moved 16 times before he got to high school. He never knew his father—his hippie mom didn’t know, either, and they didn’t care. “She was part of this spiritual group so we all lived communally. We lived in a house with 12 people in San Francisco. It wasn’t until middle school that I really had a father figure and I became very close with him. [Andy] adopted me when they got married. Even though they’re divorced now I’m still very close with him.”
Andy was a big force for change in Randy’s life. “Anything I expressed passion about, he and my mom tried to help me achieve.” When Randy wanted to act, they helped get him started. “I did some great national spots, did ‘The Young and the Restless’ and ‘Veronica Mars.’ After my mother encouraged me to join the debate team, Andy sent me to debate institutes in the summer and to tournaments around the country. Without them in my life I wouldn’t have been able to pursue any of my passions.”
Randy became such a good debater that he got a scholarship to pay for college. It was there that a friend told him to check out a rave. He didn’t want to go, but went along for the ride. “As soon as I saw this DJ playing for like 60,000 people and having the time of his life, I wanted to be able to provide this experience for people. A good electronic DJ can take you on a journey. They can make it the best night you’ve ever had in your entire life. I imagined it was the same rush I had while acting on the stage.”
So he started to DJ. And while still in college, he slaved away as an intern for a music promoter. “I was sleeping on the agency’s couch because there was so much work and not enough time in the day. Most of my work was doing the logistics for Infected Mushroom, plus all the other artists. Infected was the busiest. I told Infected, ‘I love doing what I do for you but I can’t do this for the agency anymore—I’m gonna die. I thought it would help me get in places, and instead I’m just wasting away in this office.’ They said, ‘We feel like we need our own guy, so why don’t you come work for us?’
He now works full time for Infected Mushroom and gets to travel the world with them. “They let me open for them when they travel, so I’ve been able to open for them in over 150 shows around the world. [My mom] is my biggest fan and comes to Infected shows.”
Recently, Randy asked me to watch him DJ. I said I’d go but assumed I’d be miserable and headachy after hearing the loud repetitive beats played while I’m trapped in a sea of drugged-out ravers. But I had a great time. And the only pill I put in my mouth was an antacid.
Randy’s dated women who have been jealous about what they imagine happens backstage when he’s on the road. But Randy says it’s not like that. “The guys I work with are married, and I’ve never been the type to go out and hit on girls. Being raised by a woman helped me to learn respect for women.”
Randy’s built like a football player—he used to play but hated it. “I’ve never been a violent person.” And he takes monogamy very seriously. “I feel like if you’re in a relationship, this is your best friend. And why would you hurt your best friend?”
“I have no idea about God but I just feel like there is something out there—some sort of energy that structures our path, or influences who we come across [and] the relationships we come into, because I feel way too lucky to be living this life.”
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Seth Menachem is an actor and writer living in Los Angeles with his wife and daughter. You can see more of his work on his Web site, sethmenachem.com, and meet even more single peeps at mysinglepeeps.com.
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