Lemmy Page #3

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It was summer time.

It was really hot in the Valley.

And Lemmy was wearing these shorts.

If I tell you

he's wearing Daisy Dukes...

It was like a thong, dude!

You would walk out of our door,

and the first thing you would see

was Lemmy bent over this machine.

So it's basically Lemmy bending over

with his arse in your face.

That's a weird scene.

We're all wearing shorts,

but our shorts are like board shorts.

I finally got the balls

to walk up to him,

and he's playing the game.

I'm like, "Hey, man."

"Hey, Scott. How are you?"

I'm like, "We've been wondering..."

And he's like, "What's that?"

And I said, "What's the deal

with the shorts?"

Like, seriously.

And I'm thinking...

I'm afraid. Is he gonna punch me?

What's gonna happen?

He's like, "What? What do you mean?"

I said, "They're really short.

"We see your arse every day.

It's weird."

And he goes, "What? It's hot out.

These are shorts."

He looks at me and goes,

"Those aren't shorts, those are pants.

"These are shorts. I'm cool."

And he kind of goes like this,

like it made absolute sense!

D It's not so bad,

baby, I don't care d

What anyone thinks,

what anyone cares, it doesn't matter.

You either take him

or you f***ing don't,

He don't give a sh*t

whether you do or not.

There's just no words.

It's just... He's Lemmy.

It's almost...

It should be a verb!

Nobody told him

to do anything that he wasn't completely

natural and comfortable doing,

and that's rare.

And that's why I think

we respond with respect,

because we wanna be like that.

I think he's a renegade.

There's not that many of them any more.

Everybody assimilates.

Go along to get along,

to get what they need to get.

And I don't see Lemmy

as that kind of guy.

I see Lemmy as doing things his way

to get where he wants to go.

And that's attractive because

people don't do that any more.

D When you move in

right up close to me

d That's when I get

the shakes all over me d

The thing I remember about Lemmy,

which has nothing to do with music,

is he was obsessed, and I think

he still is, with one-armed bandits.

You know, the...

You know? And...

I can remember Dingwalls,

the little club in London,

very popular, by the canal.

I think that was probably

the first time I ever met him.

You walked into Dingwalls,

and just inside the door

was the one-armed bandit.

Without fail he would be on that,

sometimes all night.

I don't know if he ever won, but,

God, he'd play that thing for hours.

I've never seen anybody

love those things so much.

They should bring out

a Motrhead one-armed bandit,

and if you get three Lemmys,

you win the jackpot!

D Shake it all over d

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