A day like this requires a voice like this, singing a song like this.
“Momma’s gonna worry, I been a bad, bad boy. No use saying sorry, it’s something that I enjoy.
“Cause you can’t see what my eyes see. And you can’t be inside of me. Flying high again.”
I feel compelled to note that I thought Ozzy was singing, “Crying time again,” for the first few months after hearing this song.
I’d been reassigned from Brooks AFB, in Universal City, just outside of San Antonio, Texas, to the 603rd MASS, Kadena AB, Okinawa, Japan, when this song came out. We’d arrived in May, lived in the base hotel for a month while finding arrangements, which was normal, and had moved to an apartment just outside of Gate 1. Living on the economy, the government provided our furniture. We didn’t need much for the tiny place. It would fit into our current living room.
The furniture was hideous stuff. Cheap, with orange polyester covered cushions, the sofa and chair had all the design elan of 1950s lower-class America. So did the dining room table and chest of drawers.
We had fun at that location, living there for a few years until we were authorized base housing. Thirteen apartments were in the building. American service personnel and their families lived in all of them. We experienced some memorable parties there.
From 1981, Ozzy Osbourne with “Flying High Again”.