Written by: Dave Cantrell
Nothing prepares us for this. When a member – nay, the leader – of rock’n’roll Valhalla passes on to the next plain, well, there isn’t much hope for the rest of us. Lemmy Kilmister, legend among legends and someone, of anyone, that seemed they were going to live forever, has died aged 70 from a particularly lethal form of cancer. There’s really not much need to fill in the details of his career, as you all well know them. When a colossus of this magnitude goes over to the other side, all there’s left to do is mourn and celebrate, be sad and be grateful, feel human and feel vulnerable, all the things Lemmy inspired us to feel in the first place. No one can claim to come close to comparing to the guy. Seemingly invulnerable to his very last breath, as eternal as any of us will ever get, we here at SEM take a moment, take several moments, to gather our composure and say “Goddamn it, Lemmy, thank you, thank you, thank you.” Good night, you insatiable, imaginative, irrepressible magnet of all things rock and roll. Long may you rock, your torch will never NEVER go out.
Ian Fraser “Lemmy” Kilmister was 70 years old. Ian Fraser “Lemmy” Kilmister was ageless, timeless, and an icon of all that ruled the higher echelons of metal, punk, and just plain fucking rock’n’roll. Good night, and God rest your söul.