You put it perfectly into words - it's so surreal witnessing history becoming myth in real time, and the true scope encompassed by his works is simply too hard to grasp.

It's difficult even to imagine that this is the end of just the beginning. So little time and it felt like an era.

But beyond his persona and beyond his voice something that still back then shook me to core was hearing War Pigs live and it was like I was reading the Gutenberg bible.

The true, original, blueprint.

I have always jokingly said that I sold my soul seeing him live but I do believe that it was the closest I ever came to a paranormal experience.

Even in 2018, so not like the 80s, but he had an insane stage presence and I was completely transfixed as he sung.

Words cannot express how huge his legacy is. An entire genre, a rich community, a whole culture, spawned from the works of his band.

And now he's gone... the world is not the same anymore.

I am the person I am today became of heavy metal. My passion for this music shapes my daily life in every sense, and I wouldn't have come this far, I wouldn't have overcome all of my difficulties, without metal music.

And it's literally all because of Ozzy. He's the maker of it all.

Regarding my first point, I'm also living a rather monastic life as of now. Which I absolutely enjoy and find very calming, but I need a point of contact with the outside world.

My daily routine, with some exceptions, is being mainly comprised of studying at the library next to my house.

Until now I had to make do with a treasured recording I took at a show... can't wait to get the physical release

I don't have money nor the time but damn that is the place to be

tbh your posts were one of the reasons I decided to come here after leaving twitter