03/08/2025
I was on my way to collect my mother’s ashes. Sitting down to breakfast, I read the news. Ozzy Osbourne had passed over.
Scrolling through my feed, tribute after tribute. Friends, family, fans, all in gratitude for what he and his band members brought.
First time I heard his voice I knew, what ever that is. That’s my life’s company. I guess it was within a few years …and justice for all become my favourite album. Or maybe it was master of puppets, or ride the lighting ?
It wasn’t long till I had a copy of Blizzard of Ozz. I would listen to that album on my Walkman till the tape near wore out. Every night, it was more than the music. It was the words. Something stirred in me. I knew that this was going to be a rough journey. But what ever was awakening in me, I wanted to find out.
How ever he became a household name, I don’t know. Metallica, Ozzy, Megadeth all textered on my back pack. We were like the scunge of society. Sitting on the train with my bike, you’d see people look away or sit somewhere else.
For me, I was on a journey that made sense. Angry about the wars that wage. Angry about how I felt inside. Yet grateful for the company when I pushed play.
He became known as the Prince of Darkness. But for me, He Brought Light.
03 December 1948 – 22 July 2025
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