You may have noticed my omission of any tributes to Lemmy Kilmister on my year end post. One reason is that many others who have been much better fans for far longer than I have said such great things. And another reason is that there is too much to say to jam it in with the rest of the year.
I’ve never been a huge Motorhead fan. My introduction to Lemmy came from the movie ‘Airheads,’ which had way more of an impact on me than it should have.
I bought a greatest hits record a few years ago but still haven’t delved into their deep cuts. Still, if the hits are any indication, I’m missing a helluva lot.
The day he died I posted a tweet that summed up my feelings perfectly: “Wanna hear something strange? I wasn’t at all surprised when died at 48, but dying at 70 is a shock.” Though he wasn’t a bastion of clean living it was always assumed that he would outlive Twinkies, the hula-hoop and Justin Bieber. Mr 1537 put it best with: “I was pretty shocked to read that Lemmy had passed, I know his health had not been good for a while but I assumed that, along with Keith Richards he would survive the apocalypse and would end up touring, playing versions of ‘Ace of Spades’ and ‘Overkill’ to our insect overlords for centuries to come.”
I know he was having trouble standing for shows, but you’d think they could set him down in a chair and just put the mic at the same height everyone else uses.
I was thinking of doing a post about the last super group ever, which would have consisted of Lemmy, Richards, Ringo Starr on drums, Jerry Lee Lewis on piano and Leonard Cohen on vocals. Sadly, that joke isn’t quite as funny anymore. Especially with the recent news that Keith Richards actually died in the mid-nineties and has been replaced by a cigarette smoking android.
I also have to thank Lemmy for inspiring me to write my second highest ranked post of this year: Shocking New Photos of Lemmy. It didn’t quite go viral, but that dumb joke attracted more views than I expected.
I plan on reviewing that greatest hits package in the next few weeks, but for now I’ll just rest assured that somewhere up above me Lemmy is watching over all of us. And probably spilling cigarette ashes and Jack Daniels on us.