I’ll retire when I hear them nail the lid on my my box, then I’ll do a f**** encore – because I’m the prince of darkness! For Ozzy Osbourne, this wasn’t just a defiant rockstar quip; it was a promise. With his recent passing, the world is remembering a man who lived by his own code. True to his word, he gave us one final, thunderous encore before the curtain fell for the last time.

For decades, Ozzy battled public speculation about his retirement, always meeting it with the same raw defiance. His final years were a testament to this spirit. Despite a cascade of health issues, including a long fight with Parkinson’s disease and multiple surgeries, his passion for performing never waned. He was determined to take the stage one last time, not as a somber farewell, but as a final act of love for his fans.

That final act was the “Back To The Beginning” concert in his hometown of Birmingham, just weeks before his death. Seated on a massive, demonic throne, physically frail but spiritually immense, Ozzy held court. It was a powerful, poignant image: the Prince of Darkness, unable to stand, but still commanding his kingdom with the sheer force of his presence and iconic voice, which his wife Sharon noted remained “as good as it’s ever been”.

This incredible passion was the fuel that powered his entire five-decade career. He often described the feeling of a live audience as “a better feeling than orgasm” and the “best love affair” of his life. For Ozzy, music wasn’t a job; it was a “gift from God”. This profound connection to his craft and his audience is what drove him to push through immense pain for that final show.

The famous quote about his retirement was repeated in various forms over the years, but the sentiment remained the same: only death would stop him. He saw his final performance as his “final encore,” a chance to say thank you to the fans who always supported him. By taking the stage at Villa Park, he wasn’t just performing; he was fulfilling a prophecy he himself had written years ago.

Ozzy Osbourne gave everything he had to his music and his fans, right up to the very end. He didn’t just fade away; he went out with a roar, leaving the sound of one last encore ringing in our ears. The legend of the Prince of Darkness, the man who rocked until his final breath, will be eternal. Rest in peace, Ozzy. You were something special.

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