By Steve Newton
One thing you had to love about Lemmy Kilmister–apart from his brain-rattling music–was how good he was at being himself. He wasn’t the type to put on airs. He said whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
And if he happened to hurt your wittle bitty feelings being Lenny, tough titty.
That was the Kilmister way.
Like that time back in 1999 when I was finishing up my first-ever interview with him. As the conversation wound down I asked Lemmy what the last CD was that he bought, and after telling me that he never bought CDs–just got them for free–he said that the last one he scored was by Skunk Anansie. The band had recently released its third album, Post Orgasmic Chill, and when I told Lemmy that I hadn’t heard them yet he let out a disgusted-sounding “Jesus”.
It’s moments like that that make you treasure your career as a rock writer.
Have a listen: