At the risk of being killed in my sleep by Sharon Osbourne’s henchmen, I’m re-posting my Black Sabbath concert review from the Aug. 2013 issue of Classic Rock magazine.
By Metal Dave Written as a heartfelt tribute to his dear friend Randy Rhoads rather than a dirt-dishing tell-all of Ozzy Osbourne excess, Rudy Sarzo’s “Off the Rails,” takes a while to build up steam. Fortunately, Rhoads was such a charismatic soul that any insight at all is still treasured like magical dust. Tedious at…
By Metal Dave Glessner Pure Rubbish hooked my attention at SXSW 2001 when word from the gutter had the kids pegged as the next Guns N’ Roses. I was further impressed to learn the Houston upstarts were winning favor with Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne, and supposedly securing producer Mike Clink who played a vital role…
I AM NOT WORTHY!: Ronnie James Dio signs my albums backstage in San Antonio on the 2007 Heaven and Hell Tour. My look of disbelief pretty much says it all. As promised, this is Part 2 of my tribute series marking the one-year anniversary of Ronnie James Dio’s passing. I give you my 2007 interview with…
By Metal Dave Glessner After years of daydreaming and wishful thinking, I finally landed in Hollywood for the first time around 1997. It was a lifelong goal of mine to party on Sunset Strip and visit the clubs that birthed the likes of Van Halen, Quiet Riot, Motley Crue, Poison, WASP and all the other…
Talking to Ozzy Osbourne is like spilling alphabet soup. The splattered puzzle is oddly intriguing, but it’s hard to make out a word. Jovial and chipper on the phone from Los Angeles [in 2008], the legendary heavy-metal madman sounds like a lovable British uncle with a hiccupping habit of mid-mutter f-bombs.
I still get bats in my belly knowing I talked to Ozzy Osbourne. Hell, he even tried his best to talk back! God love him.
Jake climbed into my car, fired up his smoke and sat shotgun with me behind the club as I readied my trusty ghetto blaster to start the interview.