I was visiting my son in Los Angeles in February. We were driving through Burbank, when I heard a song on the radio that had a very familiar sound. “Is this a new Ozzy song?” I thought to myself. Then, as if he was reading my mind, my son said, “Dad, this is the new Ozzy song.” I immediately reserved my vinyl copy of Ordinary Man at a local record store in Sherman Oaks, called Freakbeat Records. The owner was a pleasure to deal with. I could not wait to listen to the full…
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