The Prince of Darkness may have left the building, but he'll live forever just like Lemmy.
There isn't really much to say about the man's influence, so I'd rather use this blog to tell how my life was formed by his music. I think we all have a story like that, young and old alike, given Black Sabbath formed in the late 60s; the band that basically influenced any and all genres and sub genres of rock and metal.
When I was a little kid in the early 80s, as many families we had family gatherings on holidays or just now and again, usually at my aunt and uncle's place. They had the big two story house with the attic with the pool table and dartboards and stuff, and the big dining room. (Me and my folks had a typical suburban 1 story home at the time. You know the type in every 80s suburb.)
Of course like a lot of families they had the stereo system with the glass door on it. Usually they'd be playing whatever big band or easy listening stuff they listened to, but when my big brother would join for the events(which was usual, he was my half brother but I never made the distinction, we had different mothers but mine always treated him the same), he'd bring his records with him. Big Bro was a metalhead. He was 12 years older than me, and would always have his array of albums from the late 70s and early 80s; Motley Crue, Dokken, Kiss, all the usuals.
And, of course, Ozzy. Ozzy was his favorite. When I was like four, I used to pronounce it "Ozzy Osburne." He got to see Ozzy on the tour right after Randy passed; in fact, one of those random, sparse early childhood memories that we all have is remembering hearing him talking about how Randy died at one of those gatherings soon after it happened(I think he was talking to his one childhood friend who always used to come over to those too.) He had some shirts, and a guitar that he used to mess with(I do remember him playing the Crazy Train solo.)
I used to hang with him in the living room and check some of the music out, and despite being young, I remember liking it. I was pretty open to music at the time, as my parents raised me on a lot of stuff. They were big hard rock fans(my mom actually saw Black Sabbath on one of their early US tours in '71, the Paranoid tour, but I'll get to that more later), they liked classical music and played it a lot too, my dad was into the blues, and both of them also liked old electronic music-stuff like Tangerine Dream, Klaus Schulze, and Vangelis(I still like a lot of dark ambient stuff today and I think that + the metal formed my modern love of black and dark metal.) So I was pretty much open to whatever. I listened to a variety of stuff and metal was no different, I took to it quite quickly. Crazy Train and Mr. Crowley were iconic; the solo and the keyboard intro, respectively, stuck out in my mind. I remember thinking the album covers were funny(especially Speak of the Devil.) I remember later enjoying The Ultimate Sin, even if Ozzy himself wasn't fond of that one. The first time he saw Ozzy was I believe in 1983, on the Speak of the Devil tour, at the Atlantic City Convention Center. Unfortunately, my brother passed away about 11 years ago, so I can't ask him anymore(and I'm not sure his old friend would know.) But it was one of those tours not too long after Randy died.
As I got more into metal as time went on, I of course got to the thrash scene(which was the next step for a lot of us before the extreme metal.) I remember one day my mother listening in as I was listening to Metallica, and she said how the guitars reminded her of Black Sabbath. I said yeah, they were of course influenced by them, and she said she could hear it, and then proceeded to tell me the story on how she saw them back in 1971 on their Paranoid tour. She even had floor seats! Mom still has me beat for concerts let me say that. She also said how she almost got hit with a flying bottle of Southern Comfort I believe it was(the security was pretty lax in those days, it was like Hell's Angels or nothing.)
And I of course had a lot of Ozzy in my collection, as did friends of mine. Ozzy was always one of those welcome acts to play in some format, since even our parents grew up with stuff like Black Sabbath and Deep Purple. He bridged gaps, and Sabbath inspired pretty much every genre under the sun. At school, Ozzy/Sabbath was often on playlists of people who weren't into other types of metal(since Sabbath appealed to the classic hard rock fans, too.)
Again, nothing here is really groundbreaking what I'm saying. One of my oldest friends and I went to go see him the first time in '96; this was a hell of a gig since it also featured one of the last gigs of Sepultura in their old lineup. We were still teenagers and thought it was crazy cool to see the legend live(and had some pretty damn good near ground-level seats at the Spectrum in Philly, though I think at that point it was the First Union Center, affectionally known as the F.U.C., of course.) I saw him a couple more times after that in some format(Ozzfests, and some other festival IIRC that is escaping me at the moment), and he was always, even after I went way deeper into the extreme and black metal life(which was full on 'yeah, this is me, this is my life now, I was clearly built for inverted crosses and spikes'), Ozzy never ever went away on mine or anyone else's playlists either, that were into extreme metal.
I wished I could've gone to see the final gig; it unfortunately wasn't in the cards(it was hard as fuck to get tickets for it and boy were they pricey), as it would've been awesome to let the little dude also see him once live; he's been starting to get more into some heavy music(though goes between requesting 'the fast drummer' and 'the deep voice' for now), and he showed some interest in seeing a gig. Between me and Mr. Azzy both having seen him, and my mother having seen him, and my big bro having seen him, it'd have been cool to sort of keep the Ozzy seeing in the family, but it can't go on forever, of course, and he has plenty of footage for him to watch.
But more importantly, I think for me this marks a weird end of another era. With my mother and brother both gone(and my old man now, as well), Ozzy's passing feels like another string that broke away, in a sense. The music and the memories always stick around, of course, and I never got to personally meet Ozzy like I have so many other musicians, but there's still a bit of melancholy there that I can't help but have. Not deep mourning or anything, but still remembering how I continue to have a drink and play Crazy Train every year on my brother's birthday and stuff.
Anyway, rest well king, say hi to Lemmy, Alexi, my buddy Jon, and anyone else you see over in Valhalla, and you better make that reunion hug you give to Randy count.