Well what a day today was! Yesterday I heard the funeral procession was taking place, I thought about going but wondered was it all a little bit too surreal watching somebodys procession whom i didnt know but then a friend convinced me otherwise. So being self employed I was able to cancel todays work and get down to Birmingham for around 9.30am. along with my wife and one of our daughters where we had a walk around and took in the atmosphere that was building. We couldn't get close enough to the Sabbath Bridge early on due to security and crowds that had camped overnight to get views of the family when they eventually arrived. So we made our way back up the main street where every pub had Sabbath or Ozzy blasting out at full volume and we set up outside O'Neils bar and asked ourselves what would Ozzy have done at 10am. Three pints were quickly ordered.
The next three hours was spent chatting to people whilst watching the media interviewing fans about Ozzy and Sabbath. I had a lovely couple from Redditch stood next to me and I mentioned I wanted to visit the John Bonham statue and they said sadly Redditch had been under funded over the years and there's nothing much there. He also said Pat (Bonhams wife) still lives there and has all of John's classic cars stored in the barn. Lots of Villa shirts around and good chat about the Birmingham and Manchester music scenes.
The crowd really grew from midday onwards with lots of Ozzy chants going round. I had my 1982 tour shirt tied to the rail and it brought lots of comments. Everyone was unsure of what to do when the cortege appeared but there was loud cheers and applause as it slowly made its way down Broad street. I can't deny to having a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye as his coffin bearing the purple wreath displaying his name passed me by. Memories of my late father taking me to concerts and Ozzy was one of them came instantly to mind and after 45 years of listening to his music it felt right being there.
Afterwards we made our way to Navigation Street to see the murals on the walls bearing the bands signatures and more tributes laid out in front. Everywhere you went Ozzy was being played and we made our way back to the Bridge which was less congested and was able to spend some time looking at all the flowers and dedications left there. We went back to O'Neils for a couple of pints and of course toasted the legend himself.
Its not often one can get the chance to be a part of something like today, especially so close to home. It felt a bit odd driving home, it wasn't a concert or a football match and so it was a very different conversation, and I thought to myself that everywhere you looked today there was Rock, Metal, Goths and non-rock fans just paying their respect to a man none of us really knew but being friendly and courteous to each other and it felt unbelievably good and I thought all those people wearing rock and metal t-shirts etc. its a movement of music that this band started.
What an amazing legacy he left behind!