Right before I fell asleep last night I read the incredibly sad news of Lemmy Kilmisters passing. I had just the day before read an interview with him in Classic rock magazine, where he spoke about how tired he was of people asking about his health. How he would keep playing rock and roll until the very last day.
He turned 70 on Christmas eve, found out he was sick on the 26th and was dead by the 28th. Still very unreal. I’ve blasted Motörhead all day (of course) and count myself very lucky to have seen them numerous times.
Took this when Duncan and I went to see them play Zenith in November 2014. The world of rock will not be the same after yesterday.