01.02: On this day in 1978, Ozzy Osbourne rejoined Black Sabbath. Wait, what? When did Ozzy leave Black Sabbath? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? We’ve got the answer to that conundrum, kids, so fear not. You’ll be sleeping well tonight in the knowledge that Ozzy had left the band in fall of ’77, tired of the whole band thing, tired of the routine. He just wanted his own routine. You know, sleeping late, drinking all day, getting high on goofballs all night. Ah, the life of a rock star. So, Ozzy took off for a couple of months, leaving the other guys in the studio without a singer. Bummer. What to do? Well, they hired another singer and got to work writing an album. Of course, when Ozzy showed back up on their doorstep a few months later, they got rid of the interim singer they’d hired in his stead and let Ozzie back in the band. Over the next five months, they recorded their seventh album, Never Say Die!, which was fairly well received in the U.K. and pretty much landed with a thud in the U.S. The band officially fired Ozzy a year later, after the poor album performance, the escalation of Ozzy’s every-increasing addictions, and a lazy world tour, during which a new band of hard rocking kids opening for them, somebody called Van Halen, showed up Sabbath up at every stop. Don’t worry about Ozzy or the guys, though. Ozzy went on to amazing solo success (thanks to his new guitar player, the incredible Randy Rhoads), and Sabbath took a new singer and a new direction when the Hobbit of heavy metal, Ronnie James Dio, joined the band and they put out the phenomonal Heaven and Hell. Ah, we love a happy ending.

01.04: If you were in Decatur, Georgia, on this day in 1960, you could’ve been witness to the birth of, inarguably, as far as we’re concerned, the godfather of alternative rock, Michael Stipe, lead singer of the insanely influential and still amazing R.E.M. We know we make a lot of hyperbolic statements here, that we’re prone to hagiography sometimes, but this is for real, people. With the decline of punk’s initial outburst into the mainstream, and it’s redirection back underground, something new emerged, something which retained the emotion of said punks, yet delved much further into the psyche, plumbed more complex depths, and was versed enough in music to use more than three chords. Talking Heads and Patti Smith were both lumped into the punk category, but they weren’t. They were the beginnings, the first breaths of what would become alternative rock in the ‘80s. Michael Stipe and R.E.M. would take up what these bands started and bring it to the world, themselves influencing everyone from Nirvana to Sonic Youth, from Death Cab For Cutie to The Killers. Michael Stipe's mumble-mouthed lyrics and the band’s amazingly multifaceted pop instrumentation propelled R.E.M. to the forefront of alternative rock and to the top of the charts. That they never sacrificed their beliefs or their music at the alter of popularity and mainstream success further cements their stature in our minds, puts them a little further up on that pedestal upon which we’ve place them. That they truly deserve all their success doesn’t surprise us in the least. Happy birthday, Michael.

01.05: On this day in 1998, Sonny Bono died from a freakin’ skiing accident. A skiing accident?! One of the biggest personalities of the ‘60s and ‘70s, a U.S. Senator, for heaven’s sake, taken out by a tree on his way down a hill! He was 62. His wife, Mary, claimed that Sonny's addiction to painkillers directly led him to smooching a tree at thirty miles-an-hour, but the coroner only found trace amounts of Vicodin in his system, not nearly enough to impair judgment or motor functions. What's our theory about his death? Ents.

01.05: The Sex Pistols began their one and only trek across the New World on this day in 1978. Their tour of America proved to be that proverbial straw, that nail in the coffin, the end of a seminal punk band. Fraught with in-fighting, Sid's escalating antics (fights, drugs, midnight searches for drugs, more fights, emergency room visits, carving messages in his chest with a razor, etc.), Johnny's horrid flu, their manager intentionally booking them into "redneck" bars to heighten the hostility between band and audience, and general antipathy toward the band and the tour by the members of the band, their American tour tore them apart, culminating in Johnny Rotten announcing the band's ignominious end on Jan. 18, just 13 days after the start of the tour. Sid Vicious (whose myth has proven much larger than his talent ever was) would be dead a little over a year from then, Rotten would revert to his given name, John Lydon, and form Public Image Ltd. a month from then, and the other guys in the band, guitarist Steve Jones and drummer Paul Cook, went on to various gigs of their own. The surviving members would come together again on different occasions, for reunion tours and such, but nothing, ever, could hold the power of those days in the late '70s, those days crossing the States in search of something, in search of life, maybe, in search of redemption for all the hard work they'd put in. The Sex Pistol's influence on the world of rock and punk and performance can never be overstated. They came and went with the quickness of a rabid monkey in the night, but they'll never be forgotten, no matter (or maybe because of) how much Johnny Rotten rants and raves.

01.08: What a few coupla days for music-related birthdays! Today, in 1935, The King himself, Mr. Elvis Aaron Presley came into this world in Tupelo, Mississippi. Joining him for a birthday today are The White Duke, David Bowie (1947), and one Mr. Robert Sylvester "R." Kelly (1969), best known for being trapped in a closet and some other incidents we'd rather not mention.