I could not believe it when I woke up this morning and saw that Lemmy had passed.
If anybody was going to be immortal, it would have been him. His veins were filled with Jack (Daniels), and his lungs were carved from tobacco.
A living, breathing, singing, snorting, mother fucking legend.
I found Motörhead later in life, well, in my twenties, but I found myself in their lyrics. There was something to the words that resonated in me more than anything I had felt before.
Any age is too young, but seventy really is just that. Far too young. For his death to come so close to that of Phil Taylor is a real kick in the nuts.
Heaven is fucking rocking tonight, that is for damned sure.
A legend can never die, and Lemmy was rock and roll, so dont be sad, for today, God went home.
Born to Lose, Live to Win
Rock in Peace Lemmy, and give em hell.