You know you’re some kind of monster in your given field when you can go by one name.
I was saddened to hear about the passing of legendary Motorhead bassist and singer Lemmy the other day, and felt I needed to write a few words about him, and what he meant to me.
I got into Motorhead because they were a seminal influence on my all-time favorite band, Metallica, and when I love something, I love it hard, and want to know everything about it. So from Metallica, I ventured into the New Wave of British Heavy Metal bands of the late 70’s and 80’s, which eventually got me to Motorhead.
And I never looked back.
Over the years, I would dabble with the band, going on all out binges of their raw metal sounds, even bringing some of their music to the most recent band that I played in, crushing cover versions of songs like “Hellraiser” and “Rock n’ Roll.”
There was something about Lemmy, and Motorhead, that was undeniably different. It was raw, unlike anything I have listened to before, or since. It had the speed of punk, the edge of metal, and in the end, it could only be described as one thing: Motorhead. The man behind the band, Lemmy, deserves all the credit, as the consistent piece to the band, over the course of tons of records and endless tours, and as the main songwriter.
Lemmy was prolific.
And he was great. He was just a badass, a throwback to a different time, when rock stars lived hard and left behind throngs of ringing ears behind them. Lemmy was a monster of rock, and it goes beyond the iconic symbolism of Motorhead.
Despite the niche style to their music, he should be remembered as a legend in not just the metal genre, but all genres. He has influenced rock acts for decades, and his influence will live on.
It is a sad thing to see any great musician go, but the loss of Lemmy is one that I truly felt in my gut.
It pains me to say it, but Lemmy, Rest in Peace.