When I was a kid, before I got into Sabbath, all the freaky, ripped-jean-jacket Nelson Muntz’s of my suburban school system had “OZZY” printed on their knuckles with marker. Those early post-Sabbath tours meant we’d see the black concert shirts regularly, and the rest of the school looked down on those kids, myself included.
Thinking back to that era, it’s strange how I came to love Black Sabbath, and appreciate Ozzy as a unique, funny character. I still regularly look up the California Jam videos from the 70’s and get shivers.
I’m sure Ozzy knows he’s had a very blessed life, despite the tragedies.
