Ozzy Osbourne: The Soul of a Generation
Today, the
world feels colder. A part of my soul, our collective soul was ripped away with
the passing of Ozzy Osbourne. And while the headlines may call him the
"Prince of Darkness," to me, he was so much more: a voice, a light, a
friend I never truly knew but somehow always did.
I saw Ozzy live
over 30 times, and every single show was a storm of magic. But nothing compares
to the very first time with Randy Rhoads beside him. That night still burns in
my memory like it happened yesterday. The chemistry between them, the sheer
rawness, the unchained power they weren’t just performing; they were channeling
something bigger. It was a spiritual awakening for me, and I knew at that
moment I’d follow that voice anywhere.
And I did.
Through decades. Through different bands, different albums, changing eras but
always the same Ozzy: honest, wild, and unapologetically human.
I even had the
honor of meeting him once in the early '90s. Just for a moment. But at that
moment, I saw past the myth, the media, the madness. I saw a real man gracious,
gentle, and humble. He thanked me for being a fan. What he didn’t know is that
I had spent years thanking him silently every time his music lifted me when
nothing else could.
Ozzy didn’t
just sing about insanity, love, war, and the afterlife. He lived through it. He
carried a whole generation of us who felt like outcasts, who needed someone to
scream with, someone to feel with. He showed us that even broken souls can be
beautiful, that scars are stories, and that the darkest nights can still echo
with music.
Now he’s gone.
But somehow, he’s more eternal than ever.
Ozzy, thank you
for the sound, the fire, the truth. Thank you for Randy, for Sabbath, for Diary
and No More Tears, for that mad laughter, for surviving when no one thought you
would, and for showing us all how to live on our own terms.
You weren’t
just a legend. You were ours.
Rest loud,
brother.
See you on the
other side. š¤
Brian Wilson
A lifelong fan, from the first chord with Randy to the final bow
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