Fuck….
I was wondering what this was going to be like when I watched the show last week. Now I know.
One of my first introductions to Ozzy was uncle’s answering machine in the 80’s; he’d change his message to say “I’ll only call you back if you name this song!” then play a riff from a tune. My mom called one day, I hear her get pissed and say “I don’t fucking know Ron, answer your fucking phone”, hangs up and a second later Ron calls her back and says she got it right.
Then when I ‘discovered’ him as a guitar player when I was 12 when the “Perry Mason” vid came on and introduced me to Zakk Wylde. Right after that I was bugging my uncle to school me on Ozzy and that’s when I went down the rabbit hole and never really came out.
The best gift I ever got from Ozzy, that I’m truly thankful for, was seeing him in 2018. I was so jaded by live shows, more envious/jealous and feeling like I had the carpet pulled out from under me as I came of age right as the music business as we knew it ceased to exist, I’d just feel bitter at many shows, but after a whole day of seeing these lip syncing and auto tuned motherfuckers then having Ozzy come out, sing the entire set a 1/4 step flat and having the time of his fucking life, it hit my reset switch. I couldn’t help but to be thrilled with what I was seeing, it was infectious. And it hasn’t let up since.
Thank you, Ozzy. My life would be entirely different had you not lived yours. I’d tell you to rest in peace, but there’s no way you’re not raising hell whenverever you are.
Man, tell me that dude wasn’t just waiting for his last gig. This tat means a bit more to me now-