And We Love Them All.

War Pigs!  I can’t get the tune out of my head.  Especially as Ozzie walks onto the stage with his usual, dark flair at this live performance, “How the fuck you doin’ out there tonight?  I can’t fuckin’ hear you!” (Sirens begin to blare.)  Blue light clashes with the high white beams crisscrossing each other producing an amalgam of invisible heavy metal sputum spurting out thousands of feet to the end of the venue, covering the frenzied audience as explosive scorching bright lava would splatter the land creating mounds of molten, gurgling liquid stone to harden into a moment never to be forgotten.  This.  Followed by, “You are number one!  That’s what you are!”  (A slight pause picks up the panic.)  

Tony Iommi’s screeching guitar licks almost drown out drummer Tommy Clufetos’ now barely audible hissing, high-hat rhythms slashing the vibrating air making the kinetic plunks by bassist Geezer Butler adding to the intermittent volcanic pounding of the entire Black Sabbath precision phenomenon filling in the spaces between the lyrics, as Ozzie gleefully sings –  “Generals gathered in their masses.  Just like witches at black masses.  Evil minds that plot destruction.  Sorcerer of death’s construction.” And on it goes to be rooted into your gray matter as it did in mine . . . .”In the fields, the bodies burning.  As the war machine keeps turning . . . .”

Some things happen like that and it can’t be stopped or changed.  It, whatever “it” is, won’t let you rest in peace – ever.  You recall it over and over and over and over until it dies down to a stifled, muffled buzz,  only to be resurrected again, and again and again because it will be embedded in your psyche forever.    

Can you relate cigar lovers?  CAN YOU RELATE?  A particular taste is created from fire and leaves while you’re smoking a cigar.  Then that flavor is forever kept locked into your mental matrix – brought back to life when your sensory memory returns you to that first time as you drew in the smoke etching that one existential experience eternal! 

Ozzie knows.  “I love you all.”  

And you do, too . . . love them all.

Thump! Thump!