Ozzy Osbourne stood alone on the stage, a single spotlight casting a pale glow over the figure who had once ruled the world with thunderous riffs and a rebellious snarl. Now, the Prince of Darkness looked fragile, human—his voice trembling as he began to sing “Mama, I’m Coming Home.”
Ozzy Osbourne stood alone on the stage, a single spotlight casting a pale glow over the figure who had once ruled the world with thunderous riffs and a rebellious snarl. Now, the Prince of Darkness looked fragile, human—his voice trembling as he began to sing *“Mama, I’m Coming Home.”* There was no spectacle, no pyrotechnics—just…