Twelve
years ago, I met a young boy. A very sweet young boy in his twenties.
His friends called him ‘SpeedFreak’ and ‘Motorhead’. You see,
this sweet boy was (and still is) a great fan of this band called
‘Motorhead’. And he loved the lead singer Mr. Ian
Fraser Kilmister or as he is known ‘Lemmy’.
This young boy was very funny and I liked him a lot. I was a little bit older
than him and I think he liked me too. We were having so much fun and
he was making me laugh, all day long.
I used to tease him for his
‘Motorhead’ love, for his ‘Lemmy’ love and the fact that he
knew each and every one song of this band, even the unknown ones that
rarely anyone knew. He was head banging every time a song started (he
still does believe me) and as I’ve already said he was very funny.
Don’t get me wrong, I am a rock chick too. My first love was Joan
Jett. Back in the 80’s Joan Jett was my Goddess! I felt so honored
when I met her in a concert, I was 13 years young then. It was my first
concert, my father took me there and waited for me up to the end. I
was so happy because I had the chance to see my favorite singer, I
loved her so much, I was dressed like her, I had my hair done like
her and my make up too (even though my mum was furious, I was only 13
for God’s sake). So, I knew someone who knew someone and somehow I
ended backstage. And there she was, young, beautiful and PERFECT! I
was speechless, really I mean speechless without a voice not able to
say a fucking word speechless. She came to me and I was still
speechless, only tears pouring down my eyes. She looked at me, and
then she hugged me (I almost died that day from happiness) and she
told me that I was very beautiful and she was so glad that I liked
her and dressed like her (I mean it when I say I almost died that
day). But, let’s go back to that ‘Motorhead’ sweet boy. I like
Lemmy too, I respect him, he was very talented, he was a crazy person
and even though I didn’t have the chance to meet him personally, I
think he was a very good (awesomely good) man. After all, he lived
his life to the fullest as he wanted it. I liked his music very much
too, after all I knew it so well…. Two years later, that sweet
young boy became a father. The father of our first child (I told you
I was a bit older but he really liked me) and two years after that he
also became the father of our second child. He went to every
‘Motorhead’ concert two-three-four times per year. And I let
him.
He kept head banging every time a song came up anywhere we
went, and that was still so sweet and funny, and I let him. When I
was pregnant to our second child Mr. Ian Fraser Kilmister came to our
town for a concert, and of course the sweet boy went there and I let
him. Then they all went out and did some crazy stuff (there is proof
somewhere in my digital camera but I cannot find it) and I let him.
Our first child is a boy (we didn’t name him Lemmy though, not even
Ian, although I know the sweet boy secretly wanted to and I would let
him if he asked) but we dressed him in ‘Motorhead’ clothing and listened to ‘Motorhead’ music almost every day. Ten years
later on December 28th,
2015 Mr. Ian Fraser Kilmister died. The sweet young boy, a very sweet
man now, is very sad. And I let him. Because ‘Lemmy’ deserves it.
I am very sad too, and although some people think it’s ridiculous
to be sad for someone you never knew that well, they are wrong.
Because ‘Lemmy’, was in our house every day, was in that boy’s
heart and ears every day since he was a little boy and music brings
out some very strong feelings doesn’t it? Remember my story with
Joan Jett? She loved Lemmy too. We loved Lemmy too.
Mr.
Ian Fraser Kilmister, thank you for everything, thank you for this
sweet young boy that I’ve met, thank you for making so fucking
great music all these years. Rest In Piece (you’re so crazy that
I’m hearing bass chords up there, you know how to wake them all up)
and for all of you who think that being sad for loosing someone that
isn’t a relative or a ‘friend’ is ridiculous, it’s ok…
After all, people
can tell you to keep your mouth shut, but that doesn't stop you from
having your own opinion.
My
greatest Respects,
Happy
New Year, 2016
A.V.
