Ozzy Osborne died, and as I sit with the news, I can help but think of the bat.
Yes, that Bat.
Des Moines, Iowa, 1982, A bat gets thrown on stage, and Ozzy thinks it's rubber, only it's real. He bit into it.
In his autobiography, he wrote, "something felt wrong, very wrong."
No doubt.
It was an accident, so strange, it fit Ozzy perfectly.
Everything about him, his voice, his concerts, weren't perfect, nor was the man. But he was a constant for decades through addiction, through ridicule, through reality TV, turning pain into power, building a stage for weirdos, all while never apologizing for being his crazy self.
So, yeah, when I think of Ozzy Osborne, I don't think about the songs. I think about the bat and what it represented to those thousands, [00:01:00] if not millions of weirdos, loving every moment of it. Ozzy Osborne was 76.
So what do you think? And how will you remember him? And if you were alive in 1982, how'd you learn about the bat?
Let me know in the comments, and check out more at jamesabrown.net. On that note, I'm James A. Brown, and as always, be well.
Share this post