07-24-2007, 09:47 PM
Got there around 2ish (it was a Thursday after all). This was the mellowest Ozzfest I've ever been at. Free tickets were offered on the website, methinks because even Ozzheads weren't stupid enough to pay money for this anymore. Nevertheless, the Ozzskanks were out in force. The booths weren't nearly as overwhelming or entertaining. "I love vagina" was still there, along with the same freak show tent that was at Vans. Vans was actually a rougher show. The only act of note was Hatebreed, and then only because I was walking a drunk and his brother out to a taxi and it was their favorite song, so they told me about it. Worked with this guy for an hour plus - he was stout and physical, had done time (claimed it was because he killed someone, but that seemed unlikely) kept complaining about his ankle. We wrapped the ankle just for placebo. Later, he shouted "WTF happened to my ankle!?" He was my bud because he almost fell over when urinating and I caught him before he cracked his skull and pissed on himself. Once the parking lot side stage closed, things got really dull. Ozzy closed the main stage. He opened with a rocking Carmina Burana, which sounds great over a major sounds system, and then proceeded to do his lounge act again. Mr. Crowley (an ol' fav), War Pigs and Crazy Train failed to impress. He looked good though - healthy considering. He's better when he's all strung out. Then he can summon the devil. Now he can barely summon an audience. Sad really. He should go out with a blaze, not as a lounge act.
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