Ozzy Osbourne in New Zealand
“It took me 25 fucking years to come to this Island and it will take me probably 25 fucking more years to come back. Enjoy and let the madness begin!” Yelling this words he started clapping his hands and walked his typical pigeon Ozzy walking style on stage.
In 98 in Auckland I though that I was already to old watching Ozzy in the middle of this long-hair crowd, which was even not old enough to order their own beers. But this night tought me wrong. I knew nearly every lyrics although not listening to them for many years. And Ozzy was better than ever, this living case study of throwing acid every day during his Black Sabbath years you have to admire - somehow.
Seeing Ozzy is always an experience. Let me quote Nikki Sixx from Motley Crew in their book “the dirt”:
“We thought we were the baddest creatures on God’s great earth. Nobody could do it as hard as us and as much as us, and get away with it like us. There was no competition. The more fucked up we got, the greater people thought we were and the more they supplied us with that we needed to get even more fucked up. Radio stations brought us groupies; management gave us drugs. Everyone we met made sure we were constantly fucked and fucked up. We thought nothing about whipping out our dicks and urinating on the floor of a radio station during an interview, or fucking the host on-air if she was halfway decent loooking. We thought we had elevated animal behavior to an art form. But then we met Ozzy.”
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