So, the name Ozzy Osbourne is a name I have known my entire life. Me dad and me grandad first started playing me Sabbath when I was young. Ozzy is the definition of a rock and roll star. Fact. Underline it. He represents defiance to a world of regulation and normality. He taught me that it’s okay to be mental … he taught me that it’s okay to be crazy. It’s okay to be an outsider … it’s alright to be different. Nah, fuck that, man … it’s BRILLIANT to be different. His music, his attitude, is something that genuinely shaped me. It fookin’ did. Like, he was there when nobody else was. When everyone was like, ‘this kid’s a bit too mental … this kid’s a bit too out there. Fook it … Ozzy was there, man, for me and millions of kids and fookin’ all of ya. A lot of people say ‘don’t meet your heroes’, but when I asked something of him as a man, not just as a rock star, he turned up for me. He was there when he didn’t need to be. He gave me half of his fookin’ salami sandwich and a ginger beer and the cross I’m wearing around my neck tonight which is something I’ll treasure forever. He told me NEVER apologise for anything … people will understand you later, and I’ll never forget that moment, ’cause that’s all I fookin’ needed no matter what – like a proper rock and roll star saying that to me.
(Yungblud’s 2023 Rolling Stone UK Icon Award Honoring Ozzy)
Have you ever heard me talk about him? Nope. Was he one of my favorite rock stars? Yup. But not for the reasons you may think. Oh, don’t get me wrong, folks! I’ve been a fan of the music all the way back to Sabbath and there are quite a few of their songs I listen to on repeat, not the least of which is “See You On The Other Side”, which I’ve probably listened to once a week since Zack flew the coop in favor of the not so fucking bat shit crazy place he’d been trapped in the months before he left. So? Since we’re just shy of a month away from the six year anniversary of his death, let’s do some math. 52 times 6? Yup. I’ve probably listened to it well over 300 times now!
KISS frontman Gene Simmons paid tribute to longtime friend and rock legend Ozzy Osbourne during an appearance on “CBS Mornings” on Wednesday, describing the Black Sabbath icon as a “pure human being” and an “extraordinary individual.” Speaking from Los Angeles, Simmons reflected on his decades-long friendship with Osbourne, dating back to 1975 when KISS opened for Black Sabbath on their “Sabotage” tour.
“Ozzy was always just wonderful, heartfelt Ozzy, nonjudgmental, no airs about him,” Simmons said. “Reluctantly, I admit, sometimes I’m full of myself. Ozzy? Never.”
“I’ve never heard Ozzy ever say anything bad about anybody,” Simmons said. “When you meet somebody extraordinary, I don’t mean famous, because there are a lot of famous people who are putzes, myself sometimes as well, this was a pure human being – nonjudgmental.”
“Before Ozzy, there WAS no Ozzy. You can’t point to who it is that inspired Ozzy to be who he is. A totally extraordinary individual!”
Can you even imagine having such epic and powerful words spoken about you in life, much less in death and your “ever after” legacy? If only I’m as lucky one day for even a single person to say such beautiful words about me! So, here’s to me thinking about working a little harder on my “non-judgmental” piece of it all, ’cause EFF my often sanctimonious and judgmental, err, “Virgo-ness”!
Meanwhile, perhaps one of my favorite “humanities” about our now immortalized Prince Of Darkness is how he set the benchmark standard for all the rest of the freaks out here like me who simply cannot march to anyone else’s cadence but our own. Simply said? Ozzy made it seem almost normal to be the Jean-Claude Van DAMN effing mental freak of the worldoddball I’m so “Ozzily” proud to be! If only there were a way to get Merriam-Webster to just use a picture of him for the word “immortal“, oh, what a beautiful thing it would be! There are literally no descriptive words necessary that way. Does anyone know who we can call to make this happen? I’m not EVEN joking! Dare I say that all of us oldies but goodies who were given carte Blanche by this man to reign PROUDLY and HAPPILY either out loud or in the little private bat cages of our minds had BEST be telling our grandkids all “aBAT” how he set us free!
In the meantime …
Rest in peace, Mate! Here’s hoping you’re flying as free as the inner bat in all of us who came after you just a flap, flap, FLAPPIN’ our crazy little wings (and wearing black clothes and winter caps in the middle of a 666 degree Texas summer). As for me? I shall heretofore only ever refer to you as the Prince Of Dark AND Lightness!
Lol, the “no contact” thing with adult children today is the beautiful, powerful, collective result of an entire faction of adults who are now embracing their mental wealth and the accompanying new and improved relationship tools acquired as a result of the former generational stigmas about mental health advocacy and therapy. Long gone are the days when all them dirty little family secrets, poisons, and cyclically toxic patterns that had been gathering like moss on the proverbial pebble that started rolling downhill and passing down infections since probably the beginning of time! (Geesh! THANKS A LOT “Cave Grandpa and Grandma”!)
“We’ve got the right to choose it!There ain’t no way we’ll lose it!This is our life … this is our song!We’ll fight the powers that be .. just don’t pick our destiny’cause you don’t know us! You don’t belong! Oh, you’re so condescending! Your gall is never ending! We don’t want nothin’ … not a thing from you! Your life is trite and jaded … boring and confiscated! If that’s your best, your best won’t do! We’re not gonna take it! NO! We ain’t gonna take it! We’re not gonna take it … ANYMORE!”
Do you get what I’m saying, people? Some say oblivion is bliss, but I say FUCK all that blissful oblivion! Being brave enough to finally open up your eyes and stare into the wreckage you availed from, as well sometimes the eyes of the monsters standing over that wreckage that some of us had to call “parents” and say,
Umm, yah! FUCK THIS SHIT and FUCK YOU, TOO, “mommy” or “daddy“! I neither signed up for OR deserved ANY of these heaping piles of bullshit you forced me to literally choke on while you were ramming them down my throat with those fists full of poison, so, DUECES! I’m OUT! K, bye bye!
And so, with that, indeed it’s true that if your adult kid doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore, YES, it is your fault! Didja hear me? YOUR fault! It’s YOUR fault! It’s ALL your fucking fault! Now, stop you’re damn crying like a Jean-Claude Van Damn effing victim and either fix what you broke or swallow this truth serum and STFU about it! But hey, what do I know, right? Lol! Oh, and one last thing: HAPPY 35th BIRTH MONTH to this actual “Mad Max-men” of a song!
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