And all I've got is a photograph or two: Ozz, our hero in his cod-piece, Tommy Aldridge (my hero since Black Oak Arkansas), missing in action on top of the great pyramid of Cheops, Don Airey high up on the left of pic about to hang his smalls and and the rest of this morning's washing out the castle window, Rudy, as ever, being a wizard, a true rock,n,roll star, and me on the right of pic wondering what the f**k is going to happen next: dragged across the stage by my hair? blown up? devoured by bats? picked up and dropped by Ozz? (after all, at six foot I'm a bit larger than Randy was) how many guitarists are in the front row and how many have been promised auditions? How many of them are going to be on the tour bus to-morrow? why have I got this silly jacket on? and WHAT is the next chord?
I think the pic is Ross Halfin's: respect due. I love everybody in this picture.
and another from the same series: Tommy's kit going up in smoke. (Thanks to Randy Perry for this)
here's a poster from the time. I played Madison Square Garden on 5th April.
thanks to Randy Perry for the pictures
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