August 21, 2013
Sabbath Bloody Sabbath
See Black Sabbath live, in concert: CHECKMATE. This was such a great show, even though we were basically up in the nosebleed section and Ozzy was the size of an ant. But man, he rocked for being in his mid-sixties. He sounded better than ever, and was sweating his ass off trying to get us to "put our fucking hands in the air!" I love him—he was a megababe back in his golden days. And even though he does seem a bit senile nowadays, he is the closest thing I'll ever get to a doppelganger.
It was a dream come true. I felt like I was semi-fulfilling those yearning feelings I get, wishing that I could have attended at least one concert back in the 60s or 70s. The crowd was equally as pleasing: Fifty percent Sons of Anarchy, fifty percent Dazed and Confused—also known as heaven.
I've said this before, and I'll say it again: If I could go to a concert every night of the week, I totally would.