The old warrior rides into view once more. He’s been here a thousand times before. He’s fought every battle there is to fight.
He’s won most of them, lost a handful. His sword is chipped, his armour dented and discoloured, but he doesn’t flag, doesn’t even slow down. He’s been doing it for so long that all this is second nature to him, even if he’s never forgotten why he started out in the first place.
He’s made a lot of friends along the way, and lost a lot too. But he’s never stopped doing it his way, and that's the thing that sets him apart. And if he’s closer to the end of his path than he is the beginning, well, he’s not going to show it.
“I’m surprised I made it this far,” says Lemmy, the battle-hardened warrior in question. “You would be, wouldn’t you? People were giving me 10 minutes to live when I was 30.” This month, Lemmy finally gets the recognition he deserves.
Motörhead are the recipients of the Golden Gods award, the highest accolade known to man, beast and everything in between. Why? Because pretty much every band you love will have been influenced by them, directly or indirectly. Lemmy is more than just the warty bloke with the cement mixer voice and the bass sound that could flatten a house.
He’s the living embodiment of everything they’ve stood for over the past 37 years: the no-bullshit outsider with a tumbler of JD in one hand, a cigarette in the other and an Iron Cross pinned to his lapel. When Motörhead formed i.
