Tram named after Ozzi Osborne

He was given a gift of sound - like compensation or error. The audience still rejoices, seeing on the stage of him-his beloved renegade

All in the black, with the eyes of the eyes, which piercingly shone on a pale face, on a black throne with a tall back, under the canopy of a huge bat, spread over his head over his head - he was so seventeen days before his last concert in his native Birmingham, where he returned from California and from the wanderings that occupied his whole life.

Birmingham, the outskirts, the houses of red brick, desert alleys, packed pubs, trams - returned to where he began his life with a touched schoolboy, a discharge of social production, a plumber and a small thief, rummaging around the shops.

The unthinkable happened, the plumber took off and became a rock star collecting stadiums and 129 million views under the clip on YouTube.

He took off, without leaving depression, not drying out of drunkenness, the norm of four cognac bottles per day, cut under a pot, insane, poorly understanding where he and what is happening, with fragments of thoughts in his head, with the head of an unhappy pigeon in his mouth and with a heavy sound in the whole body.

Black Sabbath have never been such artists as Deep Purple who played with a symphonic orchestra, never were bohemian hippies like Led Zeppelin-they were simply and only heavy, gloomy and slaughter, hard and hopeless, like the life of a plumber in Birmingham and morning The renegade of an alcoholic who does not know where to get.

In the enormous monotonous severity of their sound, there was some eternal impending nightmare, a nightmare of the inner world, which consisted of darkness, rubbish, longing, abominations, dirty tricks, suffering, an inevitable and inextricable, heavy, heavy, long, like their compositions and red-killed Birmingham walls, along which he wrapps in bad eternity with a wound On the back, a small figure of an etching by classmates of a boy, nicknamed Ozzi.

There are no sophisticated bolero and beautiful stairs to the sky, but only black paint in front of our eyes and windows and the black universe, which the piercing voice of Ozzi cuts on the scene naked to the waist on one note, with tattooed fingers and with a large cross on his chest.

In this monotonous severity of the sound was the power of the underworld and the power of unconscious depths. There was always darkness in their sound and there was always a nightmare - close, impending, inevitable, triumphant, like a nightly howl of wind and red glow over the city.

For years they sat in this nightmare and developed it with perseverance and skill. Gitar lightning shone against the backdrop of hellish darkness - this is the former short -term proletarian Tony Aimmy wandered his fingers conquered by the machine, which he bandaged in front of the concert and flooded with glue. And everything covered the dense, impenetrable, even and mighty bass of the eccentric Batler - the sound of the primary ocean, the hum of dangerous space, the stream of energy through the pipes laid underground and through the brains of the listeners.

Crazy Ozzi, with black hair hanging along his face, throwing pieces of raw meat into the public and fucked up the bat in his mouth under the heart-rending cry of his wife Sharon: “No-e-it!”, A fan of horror films and complex riffs Tony Aimmy and the quiet bassist Giser Batler, a vegetarian and a pacifist who never uses gross words, never uses gross words. warning, man with people and, however, at the age of 66, who arranged a wild fight in the bar ...

Ozzi knew about himself that he was rubbish. And this made him a man.

He knew that he was an alcoholic, a fraud, that it was impossible to live with him, that he tormented Sharon and children, that drunkenness brought him to the point that he was kicked out of Black Sabbath, and this was stronger and more painful than expelled from the house, he knew all this and knew that he was born so, but even here he managed not to lose the English sense of humor: “It would be worse if I had been born.”

Ozzi knew that in a strange way, like compensation or as a mistake, he was given a gift of sound, and he was devoted to his sound, his music, which during the enlightenment also brightened and suddenly became pure and vulnerable with him, as in Dreamer, where this demonian man suddenly admitted with quiet tenderness: “I am just a dreamer.”

And it was his dream - to return first, and then say goodbye. The dream of a dreamer who already refused a worn -out body with six broken ribs to the level of molecules,

The dream of a demonist who frightened the audience with fingers-bits with a crimson manicure and prudently hung a cross on his chest to protect himself from his own inner nightmare.

Ozzi returned to his city, to the city where he was poisoned by evil classmates and where he once learned to wield a divorce key through rusty pipes and rode in the evening dusk on a tram ... And now, when he returned, one of Truma in Birmingham was his name.

Tram named after Ozzi!

Tram Ozzy knocks and rings around the city, where he began a madman, instead of a dog, dragging his own boot on a rope, instead of a leash.

Glorious, kind, impregnated with drunkenness rock and roll. You are a mass grave. Jim Morrison moves into it in the Parisian bath with warm water, she goes into it with a hoarse laughter and with a bottle of his beloved South Comfort in his hand, Jennis Joplin, pathetic hands, magnificent David Byron from Uriah Heep, and it has businessarous angels in blue workers in blue workers The jumpsuit with slots on the back for wings - they are demons - install two shock units for the whale of Moon and John Bonam. And the neat bailiff is already ready - for Ozzi. "We ask you to the grave, Mr. Osborne, the prince of darkness."

But this summer he still needs to give the last farewell concert. And only he himself - maybe Sharon, who had every reason to throw him a hundred times after his indecency, but has always been to him - they know that on this day he says goodbye not with the stage, but with life.

“I am dying. And this is a fact. " So he says, without illusions, looking into the face of what is close.

But the audience rejoices, seeing him on the stage, his beloved renegade, dreamer, storyteller, plumber and vocalist Ozzi, who is sitting on the black throne on the scene of the action of the action of the action under the name “Return to the beginning”.

No, this is not a concert in the usual sense where the artist sings, but the audience applauds. This is a mystery in red tones of anxiety and blue colors of the night, where there is no artist and there is no public, because they merged together in a strange night creature, which sings in thousands of sip as a mad and as previously desperate Pranoid.