To the One and Only Godfather of Metal, Ozzy Osbourne
One day, this world will be without its Prince of Darkness.
But today is not that day.
Today, we still live in a world graced by the voice that launched a genre, the force that turned rebellion into an art form, and the soul that gave heavy metal its eternal fire. Today, we still have Ozzy.
This is a thank you.
A thank you for the thunderous riffs that shook our bones. For the haunting melodies that soundtracked our lives. For every note that echoed through our headphones, every scream that told us we weren’t alone in the madness. From the first chord of Black Sabbath’s debut, the world knew something had shifted. The age of metal had begun, and you were its wild, electrifying heart.
Your voice—equal parts rage and vulnerability—was more than just sound. It was a summoning. It summoned us, the misfits, the headbangers, the night creatures. You weren’t just a performer. You were a prophet of distortion, a poet of darkness, a living legend who made the unholy feel sacred. You gave sound to what so many of us felt but couldn’t say.
Through the decades, you gave us more than just music. You gave us your truth, your madness, your humor, your pain. From “Iron Man” to “No More Tears,” from “Crazy Train” to “Mama, I’m Coming Home,” you built an empire on honesty and chaos. And somehow, through the wild highs and devastating lows, you never lost the magic.
You made us laugh. You made us cry.
You made us headbang until our necks ached and our hearts felt alive.
You made us feel like we belonged to your beautifully twisted family—like we were part of your world.
That world continues to inspire.
I say this not just as a fan, but as a fellow artist. As someone who has felt the fire you lit decades ago still burning in their chest today. Your music taught us that real art comes from being unapologetically yourself—flaws, madness, genius and all.
Because of you, I create.
As an independent artist, I carry your legacy every time I plug in my guitar. Your influence isn’t just in the sound—it’s in the spirit. It’s in that defiant howl into the night sky that says, I’m here, I matter, and I will not be silenced.
So thank you, Ozzy.
Thank you for giving us more than music—for giving us a movement, a language, a reason to scream. Thank you for standing tall in a world that tried to bring you down. Thank you for every stage you destroyed, every lyric you bled onto the page, and every time you chose to come back instead of fade away.
You will forever be the Godfather of Metal.
Immortal. Untouchable. Eternal.
And until the day the world grows quiet—until the day that voice no longer howls across our speakers—we will keep playing your music loud and proud. We’ll raise our horns in salute and pass your songs down through generations like sacred scripture.
Because Ozzy Osbourne is more than a man.
He’s a movement. A myth.
A metal god among mortals.
With the deepest respect,
A grateful fan,
Craig Siderio
P.S. Inspired by Ozzy and the giants who paved the way, I’ve poured my heart into my own new single. If you’ve made it this far and you love metal as much as I do, I’d be honored if you gave it a listen. I don’t have the reach of the legends, but I’ve got the spirit—and the music is real. Just search Craig Siderio on your favorite platform. Crank it loud.
Thank you for keeping the flame alive. 🔥
