Loialme.....Kramageddon.
*edit as promised..
Loialme.....Kramageddon.
For those that dont understand Loialaneese or Ozzish:
The meeting of Ozzy-oill' (Ozzy Oill is our pet name for each other and a ficticous pun, get it? He did. Twin-Brothers from different mothers he told me, as the croud gathered for the what we now call a good music, 'Tribute to Randy Rhodes' album.)
The was the first time i skipped school was in 9th grade. This also happened to be the begining of the end, for me and the first time Craig saw a 2 perfect pairs of asian breasts, together and not on TV (this was prior to internet porn) and not paid for. (this is getting somewhere)
(LARGus ENTORAGEus Maximus)
I talked with Ozzy, who arrived in a EMS vehical with only two entorage:
1.A Big bald white man.
2.And a Bigger x2 more bald, white male
Whom btw were dressed up to be Ozzy and all, three shaved bald. WTF we all questioned, bald? (This was 1987 bald was not in)
As we got over the shock of our 'virtual 80's- 70's hitler' being bald, the croud started to queue up (repots say 12,000+) for the album release and signing. Due to corperate sponsers, we (the person that conviced me to get the tickets and the skip school) were allowed the as one of the first 100 to queue up ahead of the mass, in a first come, first server basis. I allowed my friend (whom pleaded with me to drive him and skipp out, for cash) to progress as the next person in line to speak with Ozzy. What makes this special is Ben (the paying friend) was a really good 6string picker and strummer and as he approached Ozzy (he and all the men who new the special talent loss to us, felt a chill as he strummed up to ozzy with:
A 'flying v' white Gibson with the best depiction as can be imagined, of a Randy Rhodes and the words tribute over his head, located in the upper-left hand corner. As I let him pass me in line, knowing the personal magnitued flowing in the building, he hit the hard chords to and punned out loud 'Suicide Soul-utions'and tried to hand the guitar over to Ozzy as 'tribute'.
At this point Ozzy welled up and sobbed about what a beautiful guitar and such a thoughtfull gift considering the situation he and what he called "His best friend" (Randy) had put them selfs in.
Overcome with what i can only call true grief and drug withdrawl, he grabbed the guitar and weeped openly. Then stopped suddenly and stared out at the rest of us weeping, realising his tears and ours, he signed the Guitar quickly and explained the writing (illegiable) to Ben. Which something even Ben would not share and asked Ben to appear on -K-SHE radio 95 as an honored guest (St.Loius) to play live with him.
Next in line was my self. I thought "Christ...how the intercourse can i follow that and remain...worthy."
Well as fortune would have it, Ozzy saw me allow my friend to go ahead of me and thanked me for it, it was one of the most heartfelt emotion I have ever seen a gathering of man express. This was in Saint Louis and my first time meeting my home town's hero (from San Antonio) and the only thing I could ask was....'When are you going to go back to San Antonio?"
His response was "The bloody mexican's will kill me if I go back there" and winked at me knowningly at me and asked for my name. When asked I said "Just call me Loial" (pro-nounced loyal) and I winked back at him. We both knew well the mexicans were not the ones that were pissed. He signed my 'Blizzard of Oz' and wished me well in life. After I left with my friend and was winding our way out a HUGE chant began "Show your tits!!!" The two beautiful Asian women complied and had ozzt sig on the top portion of the re breats. We were directly in front of them googling.
They were promptly arrested.
