• Mon. Jul 21st, 2025

After Axl Rose met Ozzy at backstage after party event, he came up to me and asked me if there was any good beer over here at the bar .I told him the Motorhead beer was really good. I complimented him on his song choices for the event and He told me how hard he worked to make them perfect. We spent a few minutes talking about our mutual love for Black Sabbath! Despite all the negative things I’ve heard about him for decades, he was a very humble and super nice guy. It was an epic moment. I will never forget… Read More

Bydivinesoccerinfo.com

Jul 17, 2025

It’s not every day you find yourself standing next to rock royalty. But that night, somewhere between the electrifying stage lights and the dim glow of the backstage bar, I had a moment I’ll never forget.

The event had already been surreal — a once-in-a-lifetime afterparty packed with legends, energy still pulsing from the live show. I was lingering near the bar, soaking it all in, when I noticed **Axl Rose** walking in from the back corridor. Fresh off a thunderous set, still sweating under his bandana, he carried that unmistakable presence — part rock god, part mystery.

To my surprise, Axl strolled right up beside me at the bar. He glanced over, smiled, and in a voice I’ve only ever heard scream into arenas, casually asked:

> “Hey, any good beer over here?”

I laughed, half in disbelief, and said, “The **Motörhead beer** is solid — kind of hoppy, but kicks like Lemmy.”
He chuckled, raised an eyebrow, and nodded. “Sounds about right.”

What struck me immediately was how relaxed he was. No entourage. No attitude. Just a guy at the bar after a killer set. I complimented him on his **song choices for the night**, mentioning how tight and purposeful the set felt. He lit up a bit and said:

> “Man, I worked hard to get that right. Not just the flow — the feeling. I wanted it to *mean* something tonight.”

That short sentence hit me. For decades, Axl Rose has carried a reputation — unpredictable, wild, egotistical. But the person standing next to me was thoughtful. Humble. Even a little vulnerable.

Soon we were deep in a conversation about **Black Sabbath** — the riffs, the darkness, the rawness that shaped both of us in different ways. He told me he still plays *Master of Reality* when he needs to reset. We compared notes on our favorite Sabbath tracks. It was surreal: me and Axl Rose, debating *Into the Void* vs. *Symptom of the Universe* like two old friends.

I glanced around occasionally, half expecting someone to pull him away or for him to slip into “rock star mode.” But he never did. He stayed present. Real. And genuinely interested in the conversation.

By the time **Ozzy Osbourne** made his way through the room and joined the circle of legends behind us, Axl gave me a nod and said, “Gotta say hi to the Prince,” before vanishing into a sea of leather and laughter.

I stood there for a moment, letting it all sink in. Not because I was starstruck, but because the whole thing was so… human.

For years, we hear stories about our heroes — the tantrums, the egos, the myths. But sometimes, in the most unexpected corners of the night, those legends show up as just people. A guy looking for a beer. A fan of Sabbath. A musician who still cares deeply about the craft.

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