While popping from stage to stage to enjoy the phenomenal line-up of Ozzfest ‘00, which included Soulfly, Incubus, Static X, Black Label Society, Godsmack, Pantera and of course the one and only Ozzy Osbourne, I started noticing an overwhelming number (15,000?) of huge, swastika riddled, thoroughly-amped (or tweaked) white, scary skin heads—loose, like all the prisons for 500 miles gave them a day pass in Marysville (Sac valley amphitheatre). I grew up in Grass Valley, so this was not that unusual, and I was trying to enjoy the stellar live show until Pantera’s performance included a huge confederate flag hung across the entire stage and they rallied the enormous crowd to start chanting, “White Power! White Power!” Needless to say, this freaked me the [expletive] out. I’m not a racist. I’m not white, well, 55% of me isn’t, so I’m wondering, “Am I about to be lynched?” I started praying. I prayed for airplanes to fly over and drop a bomb right on top of us, to rid the world of this scary element right then, and there. I wanted to sacrifice myself to save the world from the Nazi-like mentality that I was immersed in. Because I’m writing this, my prayers were obviously not answered. But God (ess) did give me one gift at this show. Comedy relief. Stress and hatred had built up to this freaky, peak and I was just about to crawl under the seats and hide when Ozzy came out. And he came out with a fire house rigged like a water gun. The anticipation was building, and suddenly a girl riding on her boyfriend’s shoulders, near the front of the stage pulled up her shirt revealing her braless breasts and Ozzy ruthlessly shot her across the mosh pit in a torpedo of water and power and she went splat on the concrete-like dirt. The crowd went silent in amazement, until the next girl riding her boyfriend’s shoulders flashed my new hero, and wham! She went down like a kamikaze in water flames. Then another and another. They were honored to be shot 20 feet off their men into a ruthless crowd, blasted like asteroids. And it was wonderful. I realized at that moment that Ozzy had so much [expletive] and [expletive] thrown at him, and he had done so many drugs that he needed to shoot hos to get high. I felt so lucky to witness the legend in action. Thank You, Ozzy, because YOU RULE.
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RIPersoneni
4/2/2017 11:32:17 pm
I was just wearing my 2000 Ozzfest tank top yesterday, marveling at what a great show it was.
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