Netflix has, for me, become a lockdown mecca for all things documentary and Spotify my jukebox, so naturally from listening to a lot of Motorhead through the latter,  I was compelled to watch the documentary 'Lemmy' on the former. First and foremost not a review of the documentary - although I enjoyed it immensely being a big fan of the late Motorhead founder and frontman. 

               Often in life the best things are simple. Noel Gallagher doesn't make a big fuss explaining his muses, inspirations or motivations, he just gets on with it. If you are a fan (again I am) great, if not you can probably imagine the hand gesture he would have for you. Similarly Lemmy's trademark opening line to his fans at the beginning of their shows pretty much left no ambiguity to the audience: "We are Motorhead and we play rock n' roll."

                I'm not going to try and word how rock ' roll sounds or feels to a true rocker as that would not be rock n' roll. Suffice to say the people who know, know. It's a feeling, an experience and for a few, like Lemmy, a way of life. I say a few because very few can be put in the same bracket as Lemmy Kilmister. Many play rock n'roll but not all live rock n' roll. Lemmy did both - hard. He lived a life of excess that many of us even as fans would be hard pressed to imagine or even want but he was head-to-toe a rock icon. The many lauded  tales of decades of sex, drink, drugs and rock n'roll will now slowly fade into myth - not least because early longstanding Motorhead members Phil "Philty Animal" Taylor and "Fast" Eddie Murray have now also gone to the rock palace in the sky.  To be fan of Motorhead was like catching fire in your hand -  you either like the excitement straight away and are hooked or you drop it and run a mile. Its music unlike many longstanding acts and akin to the great artists, was never under compromise. Even whilst venturing into creating entrance themes for WWE wrestling superstar Triple H never lacked substance and were a perfect marriage for them and the hardworking, no-nonsense heavyweight badass. 

                 Lemmy's abode was a humble $800-a-month apartment in LA close to his favourite bar, The Rainbow.  He'll be remembered for being the heart and soul of Motorhead beginning to end for over 4 decades. There is simply no Motorhead without him. He had the respect of his peers and of those he paved the way for today such as Foo Fighters and Metallica. Allegedly he died while drinking  Jack Daniels and playing on his poker machine. Death was just the end of the road. Dead Men Tell No Tales, but there are plenty left for us.