In my opinion, Motorhead hold equal footing with any of the greats in the history of rock and roll. Sure Black Sabbath did it first, but where is Ozzy Osbourne these days? He's scampering around in slippers speaking Esperanto, that's where. And where is Motorhead's founding member Lemmy Kilmister? He's somewhere beating the shit out of people at one of his 20+ annual gigs. Not to mention the wild bastard is 64; 3 years Osbourne's senior.
I saw Motorhead in 2001 and it was, to this day, one of the best concert experiences I've ever had. The lights went down, Lemmy walks out, rips one last drag from his butt, stomps it out, 1-2-3-4... GO! I learned more about the rock and roll spectacle in that 20 seconds than I ever could have from some bloated stadium experience. Lemmy didn't give a shit about all of us out there dying, suffocating, feeling reborn. But you would have never known it from the way he drove his band that night. They played a solid 140 minutes. No encore. They started and ended just as quickly 140 minutes later having not let up for a second.
So while you probably have no idea what a blog is, I want to dedicate this post to you, Motorhead.
For all of you uninitiated, here's the first several lines from the band's official website biography:
Fired from Hawkwind after a drugs bust going into Canada, Lemmy Kilmister returned to London. Determined to start his own band to avoid being fired again, he decided it would be called 'Bastard,' but management overuled and 'Motorhead' was born...
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