It took me a while to gather my thoughts about the passing of the great Lemmy Kilmister.

A dinosaur of sorts and an epitome of individuality, persistence and search from freedom in all the wrong and right places. As he used to say –“whatever fires you up; is good”.

It was the summer of 2002 on Graspop Metal Meeting that I first saw Motorhead play live. First time I saw Lemmy in flesh and first time I drank with him while watching Mikkey Dee play football with some kids in backstage area.

Such was the energy on that rainy afternoon when the bad boy of Rock walked up to the mic and said “Let’s see if we can improve the weather”, that my lady at the time and I totally lost it and had a shag right there in the midst of 50.000 people, 3 rows away from the stage.

There was something primal and almost spiritual to the dimension Motorhead brought to the rainy Graspop, that it made perfect sense they could move the clouds apart and affect the weather in same way they could affect the primal instincts of a talking primate such as me.

And they did… By the time the last chord was struck and Lemmy grunted his “thank you” the sun was shining all over that festive meadow.

A few hours and some dry clothes later, I was still waiting for my backstage pass, insanely nervous as I was missing an opportunity of my life – Just beyond that fence, Lemmy sat in the sun watching his drummer Mikkey Dee kick some ball with stagehands. On a table next to him was a bottle of Jack that he worked on with a studious concentration.

And then my pass arrived.

So I came over, confused if I should approach all in awe or play it cool, so I just said: “Lemmy, can I have one drink with you?”

And in his thick Brit accent he said – “No… If you going to drink here with me now, grab your own bottle – there’s a crate in the back – sit down and don’t get up until we are both done with it”

And so it was.

I can’t say I remember much of the conversation we had, most of it lost in the mists of serious alcohol poisoning – but I remember a promise, I hope I made good on.

As the bottles were almost done, Lemmy took a look at me and said – “You drink well for Belgian guy”

So I told him where I’m really from and his eyes lit up and he barked out “SHLJIVOVITSA – You got any?”

Well I didn’t… not at that moment, I did promise to get him some, and a few years later I delivered some bottles to a venue he played in. I don’t know if he got them, but I sure hope he did.

Because if he didn’t, how the fuck am I going to live up to that promise now!?

Rest in Peace Great Lemmy Kilmister - You finally got Killed by Death, but at least some us can look forward to seeing each other again in that Heavenly Whorehouse.

Leave a shot of juice for me will ya brother…

Cheers up for the Ace of Spades.

Rest in peace you ugly son of a bitch! I'd pour a drink on the ground for him but he would probably consider that blasphemy.

As for the rest of you... fret not my lambs, your shepherd still watches over you from above (or probably bellow).

You beat me to the punch. I wanted to pay my respects while not so subtly referencing the fact that the "ugliness" to "getting pussy" ratio was all fucked up when it comes to Lemmy. He gave all us ugly people a glimmer of hope
Oh, and his alcoholism... his gloriously epic alcoholism

How dare you blaspheme upon the Kilmister! Lemmy is god and god made us in his image! You just called yourself ugly LOL





All hail the mighty Kilmister!

I don't know how much Lemmy would appreciate all this religious talk.
This is one of my all time favorite quotes and I only today found out that it is his...



Whether you think he is an angel in heaven now, a demon in hell or just wormfood, honor his memory and remember all the great songs he touched our lives with.
R.I.P.

R.I.P.
This made me so sad, found out a minute ago....

My mum looked so devastated when she found out... And I am sad....
It is a music before my time, but music that made music I like today. And Lemmy is a legend, a god of rock and a biggest pussy magnet that ever lived!
R.I.P. and respect!

@Marek, you can be sure that Religious is the word he used...while barfing between gigs

Well, it is sad... But he had a life of a God, on his own terms, made a legend and a legacy. Life worth living!

Ok, now you have to help me out with identifying everybody on that picture

The ones right next to Lemmy are Halford and Hetfield
On the far right we have Bruce Dickinson and on the far left it's King Diamond
The one right next to Hetfield is Dave Mustaine but I don't think he deserves to be in the company of such greatness (diehard Metallica fan here... I spit on Megadeth )

The ones I can't recognize are the bald dude next to Dickinson, and the guy right above Mustaine.