From the black clothes and crucifix jewelry to the perpetually stoned look and other-worldly mannerisms, the visual resemblance is there. Think of it as Goth glare meets Budweiser belch. If there is a quality that could be considered “Ozziness,” he embodies it. “Finished with my woman ‘cause she couldn’t help me with my mind …” he sings, rocking his head mechanically with the beat, eyes focused straight ahead on the prompter.Īlthough he doesn’t sound exactly like Osbourne-he lacks the range and vocal power-there is something about him.
If you don’t look too closely, he bears an uncanny resemblance to the metal hero and pop-culture phenomenon, right down to his ever-present purple-tinted spectacles. Out of the shadows, a darkly robed figure with long brown hair stalks menacingly to the stage, takes hold of the microphone and stands casually before a glowing teleprompter. “So give a big hand to Michael Dracul as Ozzy Osbourne performing ‘Paranoid'!” After he finishes, the man hosting the event, who wears a bedraggled look despite the peppy nature of his job, announces that tonight’s next performer has recently signed a contract with MTV.Ī few heads turn in the small, dimly lit audience. It’s 11 o’clock on a Saturday night at Gina Marie’s Italian restaurant in downtown Chico, and yet another wannabe performer is onstage singing karaoke.
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