Ozzy Osbourne is dead. The world cries. We cry with. Bitter tears, heavy like steel.
Ozzy was one of us. That’s what it’s about. That is his secret. This is his superpower. There was no separation between him, the Prince of Darkness, the Madman or whatever the nonsense he might have given himself because he knew that we would go on it, and we, his fans, whom we saw in him and he wanted to be and hung on his lips, when he sang from the children of the grave (for sure he meant us!): “Living for Dying, Dying Just for You”. We could have been. You could always imagine being in his place, simply changing the space with him. Ozzy did not sang and certainly did not look like a young god plans like a Robert, he had no virile voice and sweaty male charisma like an Ian Gillan. And he was certainly not a gock -like hagest extension like Jagger.
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Ozzy Osbourne was the chubby boy from the neighborhood, who could not believe that everyone could fulfill the dreams he dreamed in the tiny row house in Birmingham, two rooms, six children. The fact that he was allowed to stand on stage with Black Sabbath in front of thousands of cheering young people, distributing with both poor peace signs, up and down like a stupid man. “We love you” and “Alright now” he called when he was not even in the middle of the stage at the beginning of the career, but on the left side: The Spotlight belonged to guitarist Tony Iommi, who did not play her music with bassist Geezer and Drummer Bill, but worked in the factory of the heavy metal with deeper instruments a timeless instrument Throw -in reef on the other towered, the foundation laid for music that we identify today, 55 years later, as heavy metal. At that time, Sabbath were an anomaly, an unregistered, tumbling monster, supposedly without elegance, without ease, without groove, laughter from the music press and the establishment, loved only by Frank Zappa and the kids, i.e. from those to which it depends.
Ozzy stood on the edge as if he were looking for as if he was not part of it. Until he raised his voice, this granted and unmistakably leaning organ, which was not characterized by technical finesse or large scope, but by the simple fact that it sounded as much as Ozzy. And only ozzy. Always Ozzy, the dirty child with a pronounced inferiority complex, to which the key to the toy shop had been pressed into your hand and said: now game! And Ozzy played. How he played! When there was a table full of coke at the party after the show, you could certainly assume that he would be in the certainty that it would be the whole face in the white powder. If someone had the snap idea that you could sit on the toilet bowl for a photo session with disassembled hair and downparts and pretend to the camera with an exotic cocktail, then as a manual, then did not do this, but the band, but the band’s class clown. If any cardboard nose threw a lively bat on the stage at a concert, as hundreds of rubber figures had previously done, then there were a good chance that Ozzy would not think up and bite her head. In a cartoon of the time you can see a bat mom that is good to her boy, which cannot fall asleep: “For the last time, son, ozzy is not under your bed.” Metal humor. In the documentary “Decline of the Western Civilization Part II: The Metal Years” from 1988, he stands in the kitchen with a dressing gown, prepares a breakfast, shots orange juice and philosophized about life in the fast lane: “In the end disaster happens.” Alright now.
Read the whole biographical Schmu on Wikipedia. Hard childhood, saved by Rock’n’roll, eight albums with Black Sabbath to the outskirts, crash, alcohol, drugs, withdrawal, reinvention as an ozzy at the beginning of the New Wave of British Heavy Metal, now saved by his wife Sharon Osbourne, who is his manager and turns him out of when he is celebrating it today, and a while later also for one of the first superstar. Reality TV with the MTV series “The Osbournes”, something like a self-parody, as if Ozzy Osbourne was no longer himself, but would be played by a muppet. But hey, the money rolled in, again and again, more and more, with the metal extravagance ozzfest, which gathered all kinds of music and let go on tour, always with this lovable proll as a headliner, as a godfather, as a figurehead. As ozzy. Then reunions with Black Sabbath, reconciliation with Tony Iommi, who once made life as difficult for him as you can only make life for a supposed friend. Sometimes with Bill Ward as a drummer and without. Endless back and forth, eternal drama that followed him, wherever he also brought his rock’n’roll. In 2017, The End, the last tour with Black Sabbath, the last complete concert in February in the hometown of Birmingham. And yet not the end, never the end. Although in January 2020 it becomes known that Ozzy suffers from a particularly aggressive form of Parkinson’s, reinforced by the decades of overgrowth on your own body. Three years later, he said goodbye to the stage.
On July 5, 2025, he returns. Back to the Beginning, the event is called in general and perfectly planned and implemented, as only Sharon Osbourne can. In the football stadium at the gates of Birmingham, Black Sabbath finally gathered again in the original line -up of all sizes of the heavy metal to pay homage to the band without which they would not have existed. Metallica, Slayer, Anthrax, Pantera, Mastodon, Gojira, a grotto bad all-star band. Everyone only plays a few songs, each of them at least one Sabbath cover. In the end then Black Sabbath. Four last songs. Ozzy can no longer go due to his illness, sits on a black throne and looks like a gotting barmen. For a few toads, the event is streamed live into the world. When it happens, we are honest, an unworthy, a sad spectacle, a Kasperletheater in black, meaningful and hollow to the attack. And, as we now know, more, actually an opportunity to say goodbye to not only experience your own tribute show, but to be the focus. In the end disaster Happens. A little more than two weeks later, Ozzy is dead, slept in the presence of his family, 76 years old, every single one lived like a whole life. Living just for dying, dying just for you.
Ozzy was one of us. Like none of us. Like no other who was who is that comes. We love you.
John Michael Osbourne. Born on December 3, 1948. Died on July 22, 2025. The King of Darkness is dead. Lang Long live the King of Darkness. Fucking Sabbath. Fucking ozzy.