1986. Another year in the trudge we call life. What is middle school but institutionalized mutual torture? If it was not for music, many would have gone plain INSANE. Augustus Pablo was using a child's toy to create outstandingly bad-ass reggae music. Guns N Roses had yet to explode but were blowing brains in the LA scene. Ozzy was on heavy rotation for certain. Depeche Mode started getting dark and morbid in the best way. Killing Joke just got it on.
1982. More and more homes around the USA were getting cable television, and with it MTV. At that time MTV was as white-bread as any other media outlet, barely showing any Hispanic or African-American bands. This allowed what was and still is a fringe music, Heavy Metal, to take over the MTV airwaves. Metal bands provided visually stimulating, although oftentimes moronic, videos of their bombastic songs. Iron Maiden, one of the giants of double-barrel guitar twaddle were tearing it up with their second singer, Bruce Dickinson. Judas Priest was blasting their loud rock to the world with an all-time classic. Ozzy Osborne had left Black Sabbath and hooked up with a tiny dynamo called Randy Rhoads who rocked but died too soon. Meanwhile, funk-master supreme Rick James was doing his thing at the height of his funky powers.
-FUPPETS- is mighty upset that Mr. Randy Rhodes was killed in such a tragic accident, because if he had survived and played on as Ozzy's guitarist, his solo career may have reached heights unimaginable by even Black Sabbath standards. Randy Rhodes was a prodigy and understood exactly the combination of power and melody that Ozzy goes for. Here is a set of Ozzy/Randy videos to make you understand. -FUPPETS- already does.