Monday, February 17, 2014
LEMMY - WHITE LINE FEVER
Having the attention span of a three year old with AD/HD, it takes alot for me to finish a book. It's not because I don't like reading, because I relly do love it, it just has to be great from the very first line. So I decided to read Lemmy Kilmister's autobiography, "White Line Fever", and after the first two sentences, I was sold.
" I Was Born Ian Fraser Kilmister on Christmas Eve, 1945, some five weeks premature, with beautiful golden hair which, to the delight of my quirky mother, fell out five days later. No fingernails, no eyebrows, and I was bright red."
So, nedless to say, I kept reading. The books is hilarious, very honest, and probably as rock 'n' roll as you get it. Lemmy seems to be the nicest, coolest and baddest man in the history of rock, and his band, Motörhead is the loudest band in the world. What's not to like? The book is absolutely brilliant, and I can completely understand why my dad would feed me with Motörhead music when I was four years old and everyone else was listening to Jannicke and Spice Girls. (Although, I must admit I had a few of their cassettes as well, but what did I know, I was four!) Apparently, I also made my dad play me "Going to Brazil", before going to bed, which means that I probably was a bit cooler than the average blonde norwegian four year old with pigtails..
I'm getting a bit of track here, so back to what I was talking about. The book. I think everyone should read this book, as it's written by one of the coolest men to ever walk this earth, and his life has been pretty damn interesting, from being a roadie for Jimi Hendrix, to trying to teach Sid Vicious play the bass, being in several bands like The Rockin Vickers and Hawkwind, before starting his own band Motörhead, that will turn 40 YEARS (!!!) next year. Just read it.