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🔥 YUNGBLUD Joins Steven Tyler & Joe Perry for Powerful Ozzy Osbourne Tribute at 2025 VMAs. It was the moment that stole the night at the MTV Video Music Awards — a star-studded tribute to the late Ozzy Osbourne that had fans cheering and crying all at once. 💔 YUNGBLUD, joined by rock legends Steven Tyler, Joe Perry, and Nuno Bettencourt, delivered a medley of Ozzy’s classics that lit up Long Island’s UBS Arena. From a shirtless, fiery “Crazy Train” to an emotional duet of “Mama, I’m Coming Home” alongside Tyler, the performance was raw, electric, and unforgettable. The tribute ended with YUNGBLUD’s shout of “Ozzy forever, man!” — a message that echoed through the crowd






Steven Tyler, Joe Perry, Yungblud & Nuno Bettencourt Honor Ozzy Osbourne at 2025 VMAs

A Star-Studded Tribute to Ozzy Osbourne at the 2025 MTV VMAs

The 2025 MTV Video Music Awards featured an emotional tribute to the late Ozzy Osbourne, as rock legends and rising stars came together on stage at Long Island’s UBS Arena.

Introduced by Osbourne’s son Jack and his family, the tribute began with Yungblud delivering a fiery, shirtless performance of “Crazy Train”. He then put on a jacket to perform “Changes”, honoring one of Osbourne’s most emotional tracks.

The performance grew more powerful as Yungblud and Aerosmith’s Steven Tyler joined voices for a heartfelt rendition of “Mama, I’m Coming Home”, while Joe Perry provided the soaring guitar work. Nuno Bettencourt of Extreme also took part in the tribute, helping bring the medley to life.

Yungblud closed the segment with a passionate declaration: “Ozzy forever, man!”, sending a wave of emotion through the crowd.

A Farewell Connected to His Final Show

The tribute carried extra weight, as Tyler, Yungblud, and Bettencourt had all joined Osbourne for his final concert in Birmingham, England, in July 2025. Just over two weeks later, the legendary Black Sabbath frontman and reality TV star of MTV’s The Osbournes passed away, leaving behind an unparalleled legacy in rock and heavy metal.

Adding a personal touch, Yungblud arrived at the 2025 VMAs wearing one of Ozzy Osbourne’s necklaces, further underlining the deep impact the singer had on him and on generations of artists.

Other Rock Legends Say Goodbye

The night also reminded fans of other recent farewells in rock. Aerosmith had announced their retirement from touring the previous year, though many of their farewell shows were canceled due to a vocal cord injury suffered by Steven Tyler.

Legacy of a Metal Icon

Osbourne’s influence as the Prince of Darkness shaped not only heavy metal but also modern rock and alternative music. His ability to blend theatricality, darkness, and vulnerability made him one of the most unique figures in music history.

His passing marked the end of an era, but his songs—spanning from Black Sabbath classics to solo anthems—will continue to inspire future generations.

As John Darnielle reflected in his obituary, “For the Back Street Kids,” Osbourne’s legacy isn’t just about the music—it’s about the countless lives his songs touched, and the rebellious spirit he embodied.

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“WHY NOT A BIRD THAT SINGS COUNTRY HITS?” Around 1982, Jerry Reed was said to be hiding out in his Nashville den, cigar smoke curling toward the ceiling, when a ridiculous bar rumor reached him — a drunk swore he’d heard a bird sing like Johnny Cash. Most men would’ve laughed. Jerry allegedly reached for his guitar. By dawn, a strange idea was flapping around his head: a broke man, a talking bird, and a voice that could echo Hank Williams and Merle Haggard. Some claim the song wrote itself. Others whisper the bird story came from somewhere much darker… and truer. What really happened in that room — and why Jerry never fully explained it — is where the story gets strange.

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“THE VOICE THAT WALKED INTO DARKNESS AND MADE IT LISTEN.” On September 12, 2003, country music didn’t just lose a singer — it lost a voice that knew how to stand beside pain without blinking. Johnny Cash wasn’t fading away, and he wasn’t chasing one last hit. He was still singing like every word might be a confession, still turning regret, faith, and broken promises into something people could hold onto. When the news broke, radio stations didn’t debate his legacy — they played it. “Hurt.” “Ring of Fire.” “I Walk the Line.” Songs that no longer sounded like performances, but like truth being spoken out loud. Cash didn’t sing about perfect love. He sang about the cost of it — prison walls, restless hearts, and the long walk back from mistakes. So maybe his final recording wasn’t meant to close his story. Maybe it was meant to follow ours. Was that last love song a farewell… or a reminder that his voice would keep walking into other people’s lives whenever the world got too quiet?

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