"I Am Ozzy" by Ozzy Osbourne

[CTYT]

I picked this one up yesterday and literally can not put it down.

Usually, autobiographies of old has-beens (Ozzy is a "still-is") are less than enthralling, but with a great sense of humor and brutal honesty, the POFD (Price of Fuckin' Darkness) has really come through with memoirs worthy of the best-seller list.

You'd think that Ozzy would just repeat the same old stories that he's infamous for, but in fact, he goes much deeper and adds a very personal touch that makes it all seem like you were there right along with him. He doesn't seem ashamed of anything, either; he goes into detail with stories that highlight everything from bottom of the barrel to being on top of the world. None of it seems overly sensationalized or egomaniacal, either. Despite his surreal ascension to rock stardom, POFD actually sounds well-grounded and humble.

Even if you're not a fan of Sabbath or have no fucking clue who they are, I think the book is worth a read. Ozzy is very entertaining, funny and an excellent story-teller. I'm on the last few pages right now and sort of wish I wasn't; I could read this stuff forever.

Pick it up thumbsup

[Jigaboo Jackson]

shit, I didnt even know he had an autobiography out, im downloading the e-book now, thanks for the heads up! :rock

[JustOneFix]

I saw this in the bookstore the other day, I thumbed thru it and will pick it up next time I'm in there.

Another good read is "Concrete Bulletproof & Fried, My life as a Revolting Cock" written by Chris Connelly. Talks about his days with Ministry & Revolting Cocks also lots of other side projects- a damn good read!

[CTYT]

Just thought I'd share one of my favorite parts.

Ozzy and the rest of the band are now in America and discovering cocaine for the first time. They all become completely engulfed in the drug and, in Ozzy's words, "We couldn't do anything without it; then, we couldn't do anything with it (while high)".

POFD's addiction sends him into a constant paranoia and it doesn't help that their coke dealer looks like a government official. They watch the movie The French Connection, which causes him to become even more paranoid. One morning, while sitting beside the pool, the dealer strolls up with a coffee and newspaper in hand. Ozzy asks the guy who he works for, and the guy flat out tells him that he works for the FDA. The guy assured him that he wasn't there for any kind of sting and just used his connections to sell the highest quality shit available.

After the brief encounter, Ozzy goes inside to snort a few lines take a few rips off the bong. One of the band members tells him how hot it is inside the house and switches on the AC.

Suddenly, Ozzy thinks he hears something. Some of the guys from last night's party come barreling down the stairs shouting "Sirens!". Sure enough, all of them agreed that they all heard police sirens. Frantically, they all tried to hide the huge amounts of cocaine and pot they had in the house.

Before they know it, they hear the screeching tires of the police cars and the sirens' wails are deafening now. The cops start banging on the door screaming, "OPEN UP!", and "We know you're in there!".They grab all the pot and try flushing it down the toilet and sink. It clogged up and the toilet was overflowing everywhere. None of the plumbing in the house could take it; all of it was backed up.

Next, it was time for the coke, but there was nothing to be done. Ozzy, in a drug-induced, paranoid mania says, "There's nothing else for it. We're gonna have to snort all the coke." And they did :lol

Then, the maid pulls up in the driveway and lets the cops in. All of the guys are freaking the fuck out and thinking they're going to prison for possession of very large amounts of pot and coke.

The policeman asks, "Is everyone OK? Someone pushed the emergency response button and we came down to see if everything was fine."

"Emergency response button?", asks Ozzy. "Yes", the policeman says, "it's located near the thermostat. Probably was pressed accidentally. Happens all the time, but we're always obligated to come take a look".

One of last night's party goers who had helped to snort all the coke stood there stunned with a face full of white powder and a bloody nose.

"We're going to have to teach Bill how to use that fucking thing".