\.,./And many many wins it was.
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Tahkcalb ω∞ for sigs,
Tue 29 Dec 2015, 2:30,
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A friend of a friend posted this...IAN FRASER "LEMMY" KILMISTER (Dec 24, 1945-Dec 28, 2015)
Absolutely the single most memorable Motörhead show – as well as my most memorable experience with Lemmy – was at One Step Beyond in Santa Clara. Must've been the late 1980s, and myself and co-worker Wayne were instructed to keep stage divers from doing what they do. Wayne and I were stationed on stage left, and two other co-workers were situated on stage right.
The venue was packed. Lemmy and the band were whipping them into a rabid frenzy. Then, it happened. Someone, a young, white kid, tried pulling himself up onto the stage. Wayne and I began to move forward, when something wonderful – something magical – occurred. Lemmy had raised his foot, and planted the sole of his boot, almost gingerly, onto the kid's face.
Slowly, but with an inherent, inhuman power, he pushed the would-be stage diver back into the sea of writhing rabble, crashing against the stage as if they were a single, violent sea. Witnessing this, I was thunderstruck. Suddenly, time stopped. Everything stopped and went quiet. The music stopped. The silence was deafening. Then, Lemmy took the microphone.
"When I'm on this stage, it's my fucking stage. Keep off my fucking stage."
And the band played on. Not a single soul attempted to take Lemmy's stage.
Afterwards, Wayne and I remained on stage to protect the gear. Eventually, Lemmy emerged from the green room near stage right. He was carrying something in each hand as he walked across the stage towards us. He handed each of us a six-pack, proclaiming, "Good job, boys."
"But, Lemmy... We didn't—", I started, and he reiterated, "Good job, boys." He winked at us, and disappeared back behind the green room door.
He was a man among men.
(Absolutely the single most memorable Motörhead show – as well as my most memorable experience with Lemmy – was at One Step Beyond in Santa Clara. Must've been the late 1980s, and myself and co-worker Wayne were instructed to keep stage divers from doing what they do. Wayne and I were stationed on stage left, and two other co-workers were situated on stage right.
The venue was packed. Lemmy and the band were whipping them into a rabid frenzy. Then, it happened. Someone, a young, white kid, tried pulling himself up onto the stage. Wayne and I began to move forward, when something wonderful – something magical – occurred. Lemmy had raised his foot, and planted the sole of his boot, almost gingerly, onto the kid's face.
Slowly, but with an inherent, inhuman power, he pushed the would-be stage diver back into the sea of writhing rabble, crashing against the stage as if they were a single, violent sea. Witnessing this, I was thunderstruck. Suddenly, time stopped. Everything stopped and went quiet. The music stopped. The silence was deafening. Then, Lemmy took the microphone.
"When I'm on this stage, it's my fucking stage. Keep off my fucking stage."
And the band played on. Not a single soul attempted to take Lemmy's stage.
Afterwards, Wayne and I remained on stage to protect the gear. Eventually, Lemmy emerged from the green room near stage right. He was carrying something in each hand as he walked across the stage towards us. He handed each of us a six-pack, proclaiming, "Good job, boys."
"But, Lemmy... We didn't—", I started, and he reiterated, "Good job, boys." He winked at us, and disappeared back behind the green room door.
He was a man among men.
tubaman,
Tue 29 Dec 2015, 5:46,
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heard many stories like this i never met lemmy but i know many who have, they all say the same thing a true gentleman.
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amoebaboy chose for death by unga bunga on,
Tue 29 Dec 2015, 10:20,
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LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE TIME LEMMY KICKED A FAN IN THE FACE GUYS
mofaha ┐( ˘_˘)┌ ʅ(́◡◝)ʃ,
Tue 29 Dec 2015, 14:40,
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:(i used to play it loud, but it was never loud enough, you had to be there
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empire of the pussycat requires more champage,
Tue 29 Dec 2015, 8:20,
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When I saw them my ears had a hangover for two days.It was wonderful :)
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Draconacticus Reject shampoo. Demand real poo!,
Tue 29 Dec 2015, 10:42,
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Worthing Assembly Hall 1989 Gig was a Thursday, hearing stopped ringing on the Tuesday.
I was in the middle of the rather small town hall... so no idea what the guy's hearing was like who was climbing the stack of amps.
(I was in the middle of the rather small town hall... so no idea what the guy's hearing was like who was climbing the stack of amps.
Batter Pudding Hurler is a figment of your imagination,
Tue 29 Dec 2015, 14:23,
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I saw Hawkwind in Leeds sometime in the mid eightieswhile on a purple om. I can remember loads of Hells Angels in the crowd, go-go dancers on stage and an absolutely brutal collision of sound and visuals that lasted for hours. It was brilliant.
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Nuisance Value,
Tue 29 Dec 2015, 17:23,
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Whaddya mean?I'm already on my 3rd of the day =)
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hekim 66 ɐʇƐ𐐒 ʞɔnℲ uooW,
Tue 29 Dec 2015, 11:40,
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Nice little idea, that. Change ends at half time?
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RRNot is a miserable sinner,
Tue 29 Dec 2015, 22:43,
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Hmmm. Drug addled children's entertainer dies. What's for lunch?
( Flash_Bastard,
Tue 29 Dec 2015, 11:34,
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Is this the menu? Oh no, it's the long and impressive list of all of your wonderful accomplishments.
( mofaha ┐( ˘_˘)┌ ʅ(́◡◝)ʃ,
Tue 29 Dec 2015, 19:42,
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