“They said I would never write this book,” the first page of “I Am Ozzy” reads. On the second: “Well, f*** ‘em, ‘cuz here it is.”
Those opening sentences set the tone for Ozzy Osbourne’s autobiography, written with co/ghost writer Chris Ayres. While the book does tell the life story of one of the most unique public figures in pop culture history, it does so with an eye on the lighter side. This is not really a soul-searching tome where the author spills his guts for 400 pages. This is written to be more of a rollicking ride on the Ozz-train.
There are serious issues discussed, here — Osbourne’s drug and alcohol addictions are a constant issue, and the death of guitarist Randy Rhodes in a tragic plane crash is covered in gut-wrenching detail — but the majority of the book feels like you’re spending a night at the pub, hanging out with your best mate as he tells you wicked tales of his life. This makes it a very entertaining read, if not a very deep one.
If you’re looking for any particular level of insight as it relates to being a rock star — recording, writing, and performing — you’re kinda out of luck. Ozzy doesn’t really cover these issues with any depth, and most of the albums are mentioned only in the context of how successful they were and the effect on his career. This is more the story of Osbourne’s life, and the music is seen only through the prism of how it effected that life.