It’s with a heavy heart that I have to acknowledge that Ian "Lemmy" Kilmister passed away Monday, December 28, 2015, a mere four days after his seventieth birthday. The cause of death has been attributed to an aggressive form of cancer that was diagnosed only two days prior on December 26th.
"Motörhead is over, of course. Lemmy was Motörhead. But the band will live on in the memories of many."
No doubt you’ve read or heard the news elsewhere, but I would be remiss if I didn’t post at least a few words about the metal legend.
Given that Motörhead has been around only two years less than myself, it’s difficult to pinpoint the first time I heard the band. Consciously, it was sometime during my junior high school years after I’d outgrown ’80s pop music and began investigating the early roots of rock and metal. Most likely, I heard Ace of Spades or Eat the Rich on the radio and got swept up in the bass-heavy groove. Eventually, I got a cassette dub of the No Remorse compilation album from a friend (Yeah, I know… but I was a poor, dumb kid back then) and wore it out before I graduated high school.
During my college years, I was more of a Metallica fan, but I acquired a few of the key Motörhead albums from used CD stores. Although they only enjoyed sporadic rotation through the years, they were always going to be keepers.
Rather than turning this into a long-winded, boring history of me, let’s just say that I’ve been a fan of Motörhead since I’ve been aware of Motörhead.
You can’t talk Motörhead without talking about its bassist and frontman, Lemmy. Never changing his look throughout the years, the hard-living metal icon defined a sound that shaped what would become heavy metal. His thundering bass lines and gravel-voiced delivery were unique to him, and the music world is a sadder, quieter place without him in it.
Here’s to ya, Lemmy. Give Dio, Chuck, and Bon a hearty handshake for me, and maybe I’ll get the chance to buy you a beer when it’s my time to join you.