The Metal Files

December 28, 2015.  That’s the day that Lemmy died.

Official Motorhead posted that he learned of an “aggressive cancer” on the 26th of December and passed on 2 days later.  I’ve felt for well over a year of seeing him in photos and videos that he’d been suffering through it for quite some time.  The weight loss and frailness reminded me of my gramps who had pancreatic cancer and that’s my guess as well.  Not important, really.  He’s left us.

I read somewhere yesterday that most people have a Lemmy story.  I’m fortunate to have a handful of them, and all of them good.  You never really heard unkind words about Lemmy, even from people who weren’t Motorhead fans.

To say we were friends or even mere acquaintances would be a pretty big stretch of the truth, but the last few times I saw him face to face, he did recognize me and always made the joke, “How many times have I told you that you should have picked a better album cover?” referring to the Another Perfect Day tattoo on my back.  One of those times being at The Rainbow.  I’ll hold on to that.

I’m glad I got to see them 9 times since 1992 and I’m pretty sure some hearing loss is because of a few of the shows.

There will never be another one like him, you can count on that.