Ok I don’t usually do this kind of thing but with a lack of other inspiration for the prompt I decided I would go with this topic, one because the guy truly does deserve an ovation, two because he died several days before the infamous ‘2016 is killing all of music gods’ and therefore doesn’t make that list but mainly because of something else I won’t divulge here which fucked me over more than I could ever imagine.
Now I don’t get emotional over rock stars when they die, I appreciate their skill, I appreciate their music (sometimes) and I appreciate the impact their loss can have on the music but I don’t get teary eyed and wallow in a week of mourning. Many years ago we organised multiple support gigs for fallen musicians, none of them were overly famous, some weren’t even great at their music, but we did it anyway. Music effects people in so many different ways and it’s natural to mourn, even miss, a musician that has effected your life and just like all those tributes for fallen musicians this year we used to do them for guys we knew, or bands we were connected with.
So while you other countries languish behind in Dec 27, 2016, us Aussies are in Dec 28, 2016 12 months to the day since Ian Fraser Kilmister died, four days after his 70th birthday. But unlike any of the others who died this year, all of which I knew and appreciated their music in some way, had the impact on my life like Lemmy Kilmister did. Motorhead was the soundtrack too my teenage years, they played down and dirty rock and roll and they did it so darn well the band lasted 40 years.
I own every Motorhead album, I own several Hawkwind albums, (the band Lemmy played with before starting Motorhead) and I own a number of Lemmy’s other recording including from the very early days playing with Sam Gopal, playing with Robert Calvert and his later Rockabilly band The Head Cat. To me the guy is what music is about. Fuck the rules, fuck the establishment, fuck the critics and do what ever the hell it is you want.
To spend 40 years playing what many considered heavy metal, but at it’s core was just a louder version of the Rock N Roll Lemmy grew up with, is no mean feat in itself but the fact that his career is littered with more than just ‘metal’ proves the gravely voiced bass player was not just in a heavy metal band he was a true musician.
So 12 months on and music sites around the world will be paying tribute to Lemmy, at live concerts Motorhead songs will be played as a tribute, his seat at the Rainbow Bar next to his favourite poker machine will be forever empty and sales of Jack Daniels will have plummeted but Lemmy and his musical genius will live on for a long time to come yet, just like the idols he once appreciated.