He Didn’t Say Much—Just Whispered, “I’ll Do What I Can, Sir.” But When Wolfgang Van Halen Took The Stage To Honor Ozzy Osbourne At The Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame, The Room Had No Idea They Were About To Witness A Musical Earthquake.
It Started With A Low Rumble—Chad Smith, Robert Trujillo, And Andrew Watt Crashing Into Crazy Train Like Thunderclaps. Then Ozzy Appeared, eyes wild, voice raw—tearing through the song like he’d just time-traveled back to his wildest years.
But the real eruption came when Wolfgang and Maynard James Keenan stepped forward. No warnings. No mercy. Guitars screamed, the crowd roared, and suddenly it wasn’t just a performance—it was a resurrection.
Then came the twist no one expected: Zakk Wylde and Jelly Roll slowed the storm with a devastating Mama, I’m Coming Home, filling the hall with tears instead of cheers. You could hear people sobbing between the notes.
And just when hearts started to settle, Billy Idol detonated the finale with No More Tears—a full-blown rock explosion that left the stage smoking and the walls shaking. This wasn’t a concert. It was a spiritual reckoning. A love letter to rock, signed in sweat, guitars, and the kind of noise that echoes long after the amps go silent.
