Lemmy – no one who loved him, called him just as he had come on Christmas Eve in 1945 on the world, only his mother was allowed Ian to say to him and his family doctor Mister Kilmister – Lemmy was therefore undeniable that what was called a rock star in the 20th century
Lemmy but was above all a human being.. Anyone who has ever had the good fortune to meet him, met with an attentive, always acting rather older gentleman who inquired first about the welfare of others and a plenty of juice poured the whiskey. You could stimulating chat with him about the Battle of Seelow. He discussed patiently his philosophy as an agnostic with a penchant for atheism.
Its existence as an incorrigible philanthropist was his life as the biggest joke of a culture portrayed in the Values are as “Everything Louder Than Everything Else”. Where songs called “bombers” and where even the most beautiful women wearing tattooed Monster over her breasts. There are not only clueless people who found the picture of the nice Lemmy laugh always, people who saw evil powers exercised at the Hard Rock and Heavy Metal and heard. Sometimes it’s even been Motörheadianer itself. Harharhar.
The Lemmy had never earned.
On the other hand he had it never deserved that one would someday belie his words. When he was still considered roaring Antichrist, he once said: “I could add sound Marcel Proust, and the feature would hate me anyway.” But it helps everything anything: If you have to love someone, then Lemmy, who is only four days after his 70th birthday, two days after they have recognized his cancer died. Then it suddenly and unexpectedly. Even at the time of the Cold War it was said that cockroaches might be able to survive nuclear attack, alongside Lemmy course. Hohoho.
Tell us, how he told goodbye just once in its history, “White Lines”, its fabulous memoirs itself. Born in Wales, on Christmas Eve 1945, as I said, the son of a field chaplain, who is leaving the family early, and a more fürsorglicheren mother. Ian grew up alone among countless women.
The work of Motörhead could refer always that he was disappointed as a man, when women than ordinary Creatures disclosed rather than the angels, for which he held them.
For women he was always very polite, no one was so gallantly in the rock business as Lemmy. “A so honorable and generous man,” sighs Corey Parks, she plays the bass with Nashville Pussy, in the film “Lemmy”, which is ideally suited for mourning also, because he draws attention less to the bully and his sins, as on a good old friend who he wanted to be all his life. “Lemmy can feel some of what humanity means,” says Dave Grohl.
“I took speed that they did not like”
We see this now as wistful film, as children sing at the secondary school in Anglesay in unison a song by Lemmy, “Ace Of Spades” which Urhymne of Speed Metal. It was the last educational institution that had Lemmy ever visited.
After he had disarmed his cane swinging head teacher, the young Lemmy came to an apprenticeship with a pedophile Malermeister he also broke in time. Lemmy went to Liverpool, where he still saw the Beatles at the Cavern and let yourself be seduced by them to make music.
He moved to London, where he Jimi Hendrix wore the guitar, the rock star got pills today know only demented hippies, and the most beautiful women zuführte , Lemmy himself played guitar and sang with amazingly bright boy’s voice at the Rockin ‘Vickers, a beat band, which occurred with mushroom haircuts and in peasant costumes.
There were no drugs that he avoided. He stiegt an in Hawkwind, stood uncomplaining to the bass for their space rock and had them like no one else until his death gram that they had thrown him in 1975 because of its addictive behavior without any further justification from the band: “They took organic drugs, I took speed that they did not like. “
In revenge, he called Motörhead into life. His new band glorified not only the speed consumption and armed conflicts, especially she found through a straight path between the already impending punk rock and the already dawning Heavy Metal. Lemmy rose on Whiskey-Cola, he screwed up his microphone on Huthöhe to guttural singing. He played his Rickenbacker bass like a guitar to sound huge and uncouth.
Motörhead made to this wonderful way for 40 years their very own music. A current to the highest degree tours wheel, a cannon in which Lemmy upright held against all odds and his wisdom gurgled into this world out until everyone understood him and his life’s work.
The dialectic its umlaut and uniforms, his Militariasammlerei and such songs as the stahlgewitterigen” 1916 “:” I’ve written all these anti-war songs and will still always accused of cool to be on war’s why I had been thinking again. to write a pro-war song, to see if people will argue that it is an anti-war song. ” So much for the eternal misunderstanding of Heavy Metal and all related with him lines.
Never again, as every year in Advent, through the concert halls of Battle Cry tubes: “We Are Motörhead and we play rock and roll”. That’s indeed what it always went Lemmy, roughly. Never again, he will then fly home to Los Angeles or even prefer to Las Vegas to celebrate his birthday and Christmas, all alone with itself, at its gaming machines, where nobody stops him for the Savior. Just because he has stated times: “The mistakes I’ve made, there’s certainly no longer.”
Motörhead-shirts hung sometime in H & amp; M
He must live to see it, the feature pages have been its natural surroundings. First, the artist Juergen Teller hung photos of his son in the pitch-black bodysuits with the inscription “Motörhead” in any galleries. Then any hipster stored Monster T-shirts hung on their narrow shoulders. Finally, any printed in a clean fracture Motörhead T-shirts at H & amp hung;. M on sale
Lemmy was the noble savage and the last heroes of all, the can afford neither his lifestyle even as a philanthropy. He became a dignitary of a world that is much more inhuman than he ever could sing and can add sound. Lemmy was 70 years old. It is to cry.
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