If you’re a fan of Motörhead, you might still be thinking of or mourning at the passing of frontman, Lemmy Kilmister. I’m not too educated on the way Lemmy chose to live his life, but I always felt that his music did the talking. Born to lose, lived to win. Perhaps it’s especially the way he approached the music of Motörhead, that made him such a force to reckon with. Say what you mean, mean what you say. Life’s too short for regrets, live it to the full extent of your abilities and count your blessings. Maybe that’s why Ozzy Osbourne was able to give such a heartfelt eulogy in his contribution to Rolling Stone
You know what? There goes a hero for me. He was my hero. He was fucking great, a good friend. I’m missing him already. I’ll never forget him. I don’t think a lot of people will forget Lemmy. He’ll be so missed in my camp. He was a good guy, a good man, a good friend of mine. He was just a fucking great dude, man. Not enough time for him.
Also, just reading about what a voracious reader Lemmy was, makes me crack into a smile. It’s as if his appetite for life, translated into an appetite for knowledge. Maybe he had an appetite for meaning.
To look at Lemmy, you’d never think he was as educated as he was. People look at the music we do and the way we look, and they go, “Oh, this bunch is a bunch of yobbos. They don’t know what they’re doing. They’re bad people.” But it’s not true. Lemmy looks like an old biker, but he was so well read. He was very up on a lot of things. He was a very clever guy. On his bus on the first tour, he had a plaid suitcase and all he had in there was a pair of knickers and a pair of socks, and the rest was books. When he stayed with us, he’d stay in the library for three days, reading fucking books. And if I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, he’d still be reading. And I’d go, “Why don’t you sleep?”