Tony Iommi would probably say I gave him a little too much stick in my review of For The Record 2: Black Sabbath. He’d be correct, too. I could blame Ozzy for the weird animosity I’ve developed toward Iommi over the years. This is with Iommi being one of my very favorite guitarists and a guitarist who’s had an influence on my playing and songwriting.
I remember having this Ozzy home video (that’s VHS, kids) called Don’t Blame Me. I used to work at this recording studio in Spokane, Washington and actually lived there for a while with the owners, sleeping on a futon with freight blankets and all that. That story’s too long; it was what it was. Anyway, the owners’ daughter used to come out into the live room every morning and immediately demand a video be put on.
“Popeye!”
“Waugh!” I’d be fast asleep.
“Popeye!”
“Okay! Don’t wake your folks! I’ll put on Popeye!”
I had to be to work at the furniture store, anyway, so I’d get that Popeye video on post haste. One morning, it went from Popeye to Ozzy.
“Ozzy!”
“What the-?”
“Ozzy!”
“Wait… really?”
“Ozzy!”
“Okay! Ozzy it is! Now, HUSH!”
Anyway, in that home video, Ozzy says Tony was like the boss and bully and all this and I bought it. “Man, Tony sounds like an asshole!” So, I could blame Ozzy, but I won’t, because I believed what I heard and I knew better.
Iommi more or less kept the band going through almost every possible trial and tribulation a band can deal with. I used to think, “How is it Sabbath when Iommi’s the only original member?” But it’s admirable he was able to keep the band going, original lineup or no, for all those years.
What’s more, before Sabbath, Iommi lost some fingertips from his fretting hand and figured out how to continue playing guitar. Then he became one of the most influential guitarists in the history of the instrument and played in one of the most influential bands in the history or rock. That’s inspirational.
Having just finished Iron Man, I caught the Classic Albums series episode on the making of Sabbath’s second LP, Paranoid. Reading Iommi’s side of things and knowing Ozzy’s side (and Sharon’s side), everything more or less clicked into place. Iommi wasn’t the ogre Ozzy made him out to be for so many years. And I think the real love between Osbourne, Iommi, Ward and Butler is evident after all these years.
Still, why Bill Ward is being excluded from the Sabbath “reunion” is something I’d like to know the answer to. I have a feeling the answer is married to Ozzy and runs things with an iron fist. Maybe her bio could, in fact, be called Iron Fist. Anyway…
The best thing I learned from the Paranoid documentary is that "Fairies Wear Boots" is about skinheads.
Iron Man is a quick, easy read. Iommi’s style is very straight forward, no filler, no frills. There are the bad jokes you’d expect from a geezer like Iommi and plenty of rock ‘n’ roll excess stories. I would have loved to see more about the recording of the albums, especially from Black Sabbath through Born Again, but most rocker bios give short shrift to that sort of thing. I would love to read a book analyzing the recording of the first six Sabbath albums, much like Pail Wilkinson’s excellent Rat Salad examines the albums themselves. Maybe one day…
Black Sabbath remains one of my top favorite bands decades after I got into them. Rollins has a great quote where he says the four Sabbath guys would be those guys standing around outside the party, smoking dope, either because they couldn’t get in or because they didn’t want to get in. It's an apt description. The original lineup was a great, amazing, iconoclastic band, absolutely incredible and before their time. Iron Man provides insights into that band and into the man who wrote those fabulous, awe inspiring riffs.