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.

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.

 

 

It was one of those surreal nights that felt like a dream from the start — the kind of night where legends walk past you like regular people and the air is electric with the buzz of music, nostalgia, and history being made. The backstage after-party was alive with energy, a mixture of rock veterans and rising stars, crew members, industry insiders, and a few lucky guests like me, all brought together by our shared love of music.

 

The lights were low and moody, and the hum of conversation mixed with classic tracks playing softly in the background. I had just grabbed a drink from the bar when I saw him — Axl Rose — walking in from the hallway, a calm yet commanding presence. Dressed in his trademark hat and layered jewelry, he looked every bit the icon he is, but also somehow… approachable. He moved through the crowd with an easy confidence, shaking hands, nodding at familiar faces.

 

I was lingering near the bar when he stepped up beside me. Without ceremony, he leaned over and asked, “Hey, is there any good beer over here?” His voice was unmistakable, raspy and warm, and for a second I just stared. Then I snapped out of it and said, “Actually, the Motörhead beer is really good — give that a try.” I pointed toward the tap labeled with the iconic, snarling Warpig logo.

 

He grinned, “Nice, that sounds like the right kind of beer for tonight,” and asked the bartender for a pint. As he waited, I took the opportunity to say something I’d been meaning to since the moment I saw his set earlier in the evening.

 

“By the way, I just wanted to say your set tonight was amazing. Those song choices? Perfect. You really nailed it.”

 

Axl’s expression softened. “Thanks, man. I appreciate that. I actually put a lot of work into it. People don’t always realize how much goes into picking the right songs — the pacing, the flow, the crowd. It’s not just playing the hits, you know?” He took a sip of his beer. “I want every show to feel like it’s the only one that matters.”

 

We ended up talking for a few minutes right there at the bar, just two music fans vibing. The conversation quickly turned to our mutual love for Black Sabbath. When I mentioned how Sabbath was my gateway into heavy music, his eyes lit up.

 

“Same here,” he said. “That first time I heard ‘War Pigs’… man, it changed everything. The riffs, the darkness, the drama — there was nothing like it.” He went on to tell me how much Sabbath had influenced not just his music, but his worldview, his energy on stage, even his approach to songwriting.

 

It was a raw, honest moment, the kind you don’t expect from someone who’s been at the top for decades. For years, I’d heard all kinds of stories about Axl — that he was difficult, temperamental, aloof. But standing there next to him, listening to him talk with such genuine passion and humility, all those preconceived notions just faded away.

 

He wasn’t a myth, or a headline, or the punchline to a rock n’ roll cautionary tale — he was just a guy who loved music deeply, who worked his ass off to make his performances special, and who could talk about Sabbath the way any fan would.

 

There was no entourage hovering, no rockstar arrogance. Just Axl, sipping beer and connecting over the music that made us who we were.

 

Eventually, he got pulled away by a friend who had just arrived, and he gave me a nod as he left. “Good talking with you, man. Enjoy the rest of the night.”

 

“Absolutely,” I said, raising my glass. “You too.”

 

As he disappeared into the crowd, I stood there for a moment, letting it sink in. I had just talked to Axl Rose about beer, song choices, and Black Sabbath. And it wasn’t rushed or superficial — it was real. A connection over music, the kind that reminds you why you fell in love with it in the first place.