I Am Ozzy

I’d always felt as though I’d let my father down. Not because of anything he’d ever said to me. But because I was a failure at school, because I couldn’t read or write properly, because I’d been sent to prison, and because I’d been fired from all of those factory jobs. But now, finally, with Black Sabbath, I was doing something I was good at, that I enjoyed, that I was prepared to work hard at. I suppose I just really wanted my old man to be proud of me. But it wasn’t his fault – it was the way he was. It was his generation.
And I think deep down he was proud of me, in his own way.

And from then we never got on with Rolling Stone. But y’know what? Being trashed by Rolling Stone was kind of cool, because they were the Establishment. Those music magazines were all staffed by college kids who thought they were clever – which, to be fair, they probably were. Meanwhile, we’d been kicked out of school at fifteen and had worked in factories and slaughtered animals for a living, but then we’d made something of ourselves, even though the whole system was against us. So how upset could we be when clever people said we were no good?

Всё, чем мы занимались, – это бесконечно настраивались, потом я начинал петь высоким голосом, а остальные пытались вспомнить аккорды какого-нибудь избитого кавера. Я шутил, что по мне сразу видно, что на мне сказалась работа на скотобойне, потому что убивать такие песни, как «(Sitting on the) Dock of the Bay», мне удавалось с особенной легкостью. Но, по крайней мере, я хотя бы попадал в ноты.
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Высокие тона мне удавалось брать, не выбивая окон и не провоцируя местных котов спариваться со мной. А это уже хорошее начало.