There are two times, now. One life dividing these two times. What shall forever be known among rock 'n' rollers as B.L. and A.L. Before Lemmy and After Lemmy.
The fast-living, hard-loving, hard-living, fast-loving baddest rock 'n' roll motherfucker of the last billion years has left us. The one-time Hawkwind bassist and Motörhead frontman, Ian Fraser "Lemmy" Kilmister, has died.
While avoiding hyperbolic over-simplifications like "Lemmy was the living embodiment of rock 'n' roll," I feel comfortable stating bluntly that "Lemmy was the living embodiment of rock 'n' roll." His love of illegal drugs, underage women, Jack and Coke and loud, fast and heavy rock 'n' roll is unsurpassed. At least in rock mythology.
Motörhead recently cancelled their August 2 show at the Aztec Theatre citing Lemmy's ongoing health issues. Lemmy is proceeded in death by former Motörhead drummer and equally mad motherfucker Phil "Animal" Taylor. In lieu of flowers, Lemmy asked that all donations be made to your local liquor store, drug connect or slot machine in his memory. Goddamn I'm gonna miss you, Lemmy.