Two days ago, at 4 PM on December 28, Ian Fraser “Lemmy” Kilmister, lead singer of the band Motorhead, died of a very aggressive cancer at his home in LA where he lived only two blocks from his favorite hangout, the Rainbow on Sunset Boulevard. The cancer had only been diagnosed two days prior.
Motorhead was always one of my favorite bands. It is interesting, but Motorhead was one of the few metal bands that was very popular with punk rockers for some unknown reasons. Motorhead is almost like “punk metal” perhaps.
I also appreciate the fact that he was trying to beat Wilt Chamberlain’s record, though he only reached 1,200.
Amazing he lived to 70 on a bottle of bourbon a day. He loved drugs, especially speed and he used drugs up until the end. How did you do it, Lemmy?
In old age he had cut down on his drinking and drug use due to diabetes and hypertension. Two years ago, he had a defibrillator fitted in his heart, so it looks like he had heart trouble too. Nevertheless, he did not cut out the drug use entirely. He referred to his ongoing drug use even in to his old age and despite health problems as, “Dogged insolence in the face of mounting opposition to the contrary.”
I always thought that at the end of the world it would be only cockroaches, Lemmy and Keith Richards left, as all three seemed unkillable. But Lemmy was finally killed by death after all. Which reminds me:
Speaking of being killed by death:
Check out those dancing girls. Eat your hearts out, feminists.
One of their greatest songs from Top of the Pops 1980.
People don’t become better when they’re dead; you just talk about them as if they are, but it’s not true! People are still a–holes, they’re just dead a–holes! … I didn’t have a really important life, but at least it’s been funny.
- Lemmy, White Line Fever