Ozzy

Well, Ozzy is dead.

No one will ask “Which Ozzy?” There’s only one Ozzy that matters, and we all know who he was.

I’ll say right off the bat — I don’t own any of his music at this exact point in time as I write this. There’s a good chance that by tomorrow I will own everything, as my wife may very well rectify the situation. She is a music listener and buyer, so this possible course of events would not surprise me.

I’m pretty sure my intro to Ozzy, via Black Sabbath,  was on KZEW or Q102, local album rock stations here in Dallas during my teen years. I’d guess I probably heard Paranoid or Iron Man first. Can’t imagine it being otherwise.

I think, upon reflecting on it right now this very instant, that Paranoid is one of the best rock songs ever written. Just so good.

That is all.

Rock on.