Some of these posts are humorous... bash Ozzy all ya want, but the fact is that he DID make it in the music industry, which is not always easy to do. I know nothing about his wife, but the man had talent, even if you didn't agree with his music or his lyrics. I never even watched any of 'The Osbournes' (or whatever the TV show was called), by then I figured he had already gone downhill... but I still listen to his songs when they come on the radio. I have some audio cassettes of Ozzy, including the 'Blizzard of Ozz'---but no way to play 'em since my last cassette player died. Listening to the song 'Crazy Train' does NOT make me a devil worshipper, lol...
Which reminds me of the time a friend & I decided to drive the length of the Pacific Coast Highway, from Mexico clear up to Canada, circa 1979 or 1980. We made it to the Sea Ranch in Mendocino County, where we smoked a bowl of weed and traded places in the driver's seat. We were on our way to Point Arena, driving through some incredibly beautiful coastal scenery, when Ozzy's song 'Crazy Train' came on the stereo (we had the cassette). My friend got all worked up and started taking those dangerous hairpin curves at speed... thought he was Mario Andretti behind the wheel, lol. He rocketed into a tight curve posted 15 m.p.h. at something like 45 or 50 m.p.h., and the parabolic curve sent us into the hillside...
The car ground into the dirt embankment and struck a rock, at which point we came to a sudden stop (seatbelts on) and my head spidered the shotgun side of the windshield, leaving a large outward dent in the glass. Bob's face got all torn up as he slammed into and knocked off the rearview mirror. We wound up getting a tow to Point Arena, where we lived in a motel for a week while the car was repaired. I had to ride a Mercedes minibus into Santa Rosa to find parts in a junkyard, but the ride was scenic... I think it ran along the Russian River. Anyway, our trip northward ended in Point Arena, as the car repairs sucked up the rest of our money, and we limped back to Dago on I-5, crossing the bridge into Coronado on fumes, lol.
Whenever I hear 'Crazy Train' on my car stereo, courtesy of one of my local radio stations, I am reminded of that trip we took in our youth, and all the good times we had BEFORE my friend plowed into the hillside, lol. At least it was an 'inside curve'---so we plowed into the hillside and didn't soar off a tall cliff, lol. Funny thing, a rural sheriff drove by not 3 minutes after the wreck, he stepped out to see if we were okay and then arranged a tow via his radio. When he walked over to inspect the car (Datsun 1200), he MUST have seen the bag of weed and the pipe lying in the center console, but he simply ignored it... probably figured we were in enough trouble as it was, and we weren't going anywhere with the car hung up on a boulder, lol. I hid the evidence pronto as he walked back to his truck. Ah, the memories of my youth!!! And Ozzy was part of those memories, lol...
P.S. Now y'all excuse me as I go pull more weeds, lol... the never-ending war on weeds, ARRRRRGH!!!
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