What If? A Lemmy Passion

 Please forgive my transgressions; to my defense this is a photo loan from the post originally browsed by Kokdi and has a rather cat phising method of approaching the holy drama culminating nowadays (source)

Nevertheless it lacks originality and doesn't quite capture the artist's true intentions, when first thought of placing Lemmy as king of kings; he were an undisputed and latest of Great Rock N Roll Kings of the old, alongside Elvis, Little Richard, Lennon, Hendrix and others self destructive usurpers of the throne that earned their place in immortality just by dying; it's like what our messiah said once too many: "What are you taking drugs for if you are gonna be miseranle and sad?" Maybe it's because they are just that; drug induced geniuses of melancholia. Rather than the raw outcome of genuine old school (before the term even needed to be invented) aggresive and uncompromising music testament considered to be both fun as hell and widely perceived as an enormous fuck off to the staus quo, whilst managed to be hailed while still alive (as Ozzy does but without having a deal with the devil) as a major trendsetter in all things involving rnr music; a.k.a. all things involving the pleasure of being alive

So our Messiah when left alone to some american border line, he decided to be heavy as fuck and totaly unapologetic about who he was and what's his mission from the God of Music really was about.. And before anything else happened, he ultimately managed to assembly all kinda of rockers aiming to, just that; some good ol' rock and fucking roll. Baptized by Jack Daniels himself, impersonating the Prince of Darkness, leaves behind him in awe other bass players astounded by how deaf (like Beethoven) was this player yet so undefying and unapologetic even when alongside Jack raised some serious Hell in the desert

Immediately set off and wandered the desert. Trying to find out if the cap fits; and if so, to wear it proud till the end. But no; Vincent Fournier unleashed the witch known as Alice, to make him feel unwanted; that he doesnt deserve anything else than a Jack and Coke in one hand and a smoke on his other - not mentioning any substance anyone might be aspired to, that he first inhaled, snorted and digested - and nothing more...No music, just drugs "and you should be happy; noone expects something from you" whispered the snake. And Lemmy was then troubled. "U think the crazy witch is right?". Is there a mission from God, or just distain such as Hawkwind exhibited 90 days ago at some borderline? Who cares? whispered the Messiah, raising his middle finger to all Gods and servants. If I can't be my own man, what use have I for drugs anyway? if not enhancing what Im about to unleash upon the world and music industry...Bet your life, I dont need religion

The first albums were an OVERKILL of success; legendary; enough to make a guy really rich and self absorbed; yet he abided and remained as sleazy as he wanted to be; he endured. But there were so many back to back epic releases that even Ramones started to notice: "Hey man this guy is even louder! GABBA GABBA Hey!!!" So influential yet so hazardous and uncompromising enough to ensure the kind of notoriety that others avoid and rockers crave. Some say he walked upon beer, others dismiss this approach and are certain about bourbon, mezcal and absinth

Doric, simple and unpretentious he managed to produce high velocity releases amongst other metal megatherions of their time such as Maiden, Saxon, Priest, even the new then thrashers spawned their finest creations; yet being who he was, he sent the world the message, the simplest way possible. Through a Bomber piercing the skies and howling: "I got Rock N Roll It satisfies my soul And if that's all that is, it ain't so bad.....Play it to me"

As times went by, he attempted to invade the capitalistic center of the world as if LA was Jerusalem; alongside him the player that wont admit he's a fan, a forgotten idol and the once king of the black rainbow. Riding the iron horse in absence of a donkey that he wouldn't minded riding for no other reason than respect to donkeys; or even mounted a WWII armored vechicle for that matter; That should make some Israelite's head turn. At the time all people cheered; others said that nothing good can come out of it. And feared that Lemmy and the Apostles could go the soft way; because the easy way propably wouldnt cut it  

Instead he fist fucked capitalism as if capitalism wasnt even in the room while doing so; because, what eventually is capitalism without him turning the volume way up - in order to hear himself play - and the Apostles accompany him to the stone deaf kingdom of rock n roll?? and who were the people responsible for not having the complete works of the Beatles in Mono and Stereo recordings, even though upon his arrival the edition was preordered via secure connection that still exceeds, any current net connection? and in the temple of music trade market store of ALL places???? Wrath upon the unbelievers selling custom made and easy to consume, hype! God was never on your side

yes the followers were many, aging happily deaf and blissful forever; gaining new supporters in filfth and extremity that is overloaded rock n roll; without guilt or remorse; without looking back in those who once dubbed him a failure, but a Messiah resisting to a moral or/and otherwised biased alternative and kept on going, just to deliver the message that exonerates us all, regarding an unapologetic yet respectful to one's self and onto others, pure enjoyment; but with a catch that only few can decipher, even though it's quite obvious

 

 Yet there were infidels or just young and naiive to dare him into breaking the timeline, be contemporary, be fresh, be whatever, "but can't it be less noisy?" Messiah laughs...In Greek his response may have sounded like: " Μην φας φιλαράκο έχει γλάρο", but it was something like "yeah pal just wait for it", with a sensational laughter indicating that this just couldn't happen...What do you mean the company wants an unplugged album???? How's that for unplugged little buddy? I once prompted people not to eat rich; not to eat Greek or Chinese; but to eat THE RICH, so what's the fuzz bout making more of it? Just 'cos you've the power....that doesnt mean you have the right

Damn these Tallicans and their Napster - load / reload money...They sound so good and surely praise me a lot...Please God don't let them try to get me to sing Nothing Else Matters; and for that matter, the Messiah were tested. As always, he came out of it unharmed, unspoiled, loud, clear and high as a kite; don't know about Jamez though....

Yet those youngsters wanted more..Satanists; occultists; inspired and unimaginative alike, always on the lookout for inspiration, guidance, when others aged in this particular lifestyle, eagerly seeked acceptance and  only cherish pampering. Hell, he could afford it. But, as he lived the only way he liked, he should go the only way possible; the path of the righteous demanded him dead while delivering the Word of the / to the Wise

No wonder no one wanted him gone. Death awaited in vain for many years hoping for something excessful, that already existed in his lifestyle, to bring him to his knees; never crucified. He was no hero, no martyr; just a rocker that blew steam the only way really possible for over half a century; his own; without no other compromise, than his own. "So let me go...If I chose it, there is no way it can harm me; as anything I chose, while living". Turning water into Jack Daniels, Lemmy is washing his guardian angel's hands with it just to sanctify angel's sin to eventually leave the Messiah be (ok not the Messiah, but a naughty boy indeed); to let him face Death alone, but in time. And after all said and done, the Messiah could have a righteous last one for the road  

You see; it was this way and not the other way around. Godsent or not, unlike Jesus, Lemmy chose his mission for himself; and unlike Jesus, Lemmy didnt suffer as much; he died the way he lived: On stage. Thus fulfilling, a long standing prophecy of his: "Easy...the only time I'm easy is when..."

That's why upon his death he was resurrected; always alive in the hearts of any true rocker with respect to the genre. Always looked upon by his peers with awe and respect. A Messiah that managed to win a free hall pass to a humanoid concept of eternity, exactly with his destined to fail, Ace of Spades card; destined to lose, cease to be, but living it to win, 

'cause nobody wants to live forever....yet

HE DOES 

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