Go to Hell, Ozzy!

…and show them how to run that place.

RIP Prince of Darkness, can’t believe he made it this far on that bat diet and those ragged bones, but I’m glad he did. His solo albums and especially his Black Sabbath albums have been some of my favourites as I was growing up and starting to grow my metal horns.

I won’t catch legends like Prince or Bowie in concert in this lifetime, but I’m glad I caught Ozzy in 2010. It was a chilly October evening and after he came out on that black stage I thought it’s unbelievable this man’s supposed to carry a concert. Sure, I was a kid and anyone over 60 looked like they had one foot in the grave, but Ozzy always looked like he was really profiting of those deals with the devil he made. Anyway, I didn’t have school that day so I had came in early for a good spot in front. The madman absolutely rocked the stage for two hours, sprayed all of us in the front with foam and water and then draped himself into the Romanian flag during the final songs. I left there on a late train with my ears ringing and my foot-a-tappin’, happy as a pig in shit.

Thanks for the music, ya’ lunatic, I’ll be listening to your crap even more these days.