The title of "LEGEND" gets banded around like a badge of honour to every Johnny Come Lately and his brother in this day and age...
So quick are we to idolise and hoist up mediocrity to a level above all others...
But we forget we live in an era where there is an entire generation of rockstars and movie-stars who are in the autumn years and we are watching icon after icon pass away from causes both natural and man-made.
All of which are truly fitting of the title and the description given to wannabes and losers whose only skill is too oil up muscles and sleep with a tonne of idiots, or make utter fools of themselves in public... Never once committing any act that deserves our respect or our worship.
Despite it all, the people who do deserve the attention, the idolatry and our unwavering love often are seen as bulletproof and immortal. There is always a feeling that some of these people we hold in such ridiculously high esteem will transcend biology and human condition, and live forever and ever in infamy and - despite the pompousness of the idea - real, genuine legend.
Ian "Lemmy" Kilmister was one such person.
An institute, an icon, a genuine figurehead for millions of people in a subculture that bled into every facet of modern fame, life and iconography.
If you showed a picture of him to one hundred people in the street - my bet is that 90% of them - OR MORE - would know either his name, his band or could name a song of his.
He WAS heavy Metal, Hard Rock and Rock'N'Roll - he embodied it for 40 plus years - an unwavering, unmovable, unshakeable mountain of joy, passion and love for the art-form.
Seeping into every corner of the zeitgeist.
Lemmy was the king of rock for as long as i knew guitar based heavy rock.
He was the king.
One of the first songs I remember my dad ever playing for me, trying to excite me into a love of music, was "SILVER MACHINE" by Hawkwind.
Alongside songs like "Parisienne Walkways" and "Bohemian Rhapsody" it was a mainstay on all my dads’ mixtapes, he would make onto tapes recorded off of vinyl records.
We would sing it in the car on journeys, near or far.
Screaming the lyrics loud and proud.
As we would years later to "ACE OF SPADES" a song that is as culturally significant as any Beatles song, any Rolling Stones track... An inarguable fact.
Lemmy was in my life from a very, very early age.
And he has, and will remain in it for years... If not forever.
From my ears ringing for two days after seeing Motorhead on the second stage at Download Festival, to the man himself showing up in rock films like Airheads through to Sci-fi classics like HARDWARE.
He was a monolith, universally respected, universally loved and forever speaking his mind devoid of any waffle or censorship.
An absolute, unconditional, inarguable, genuine, immortal LEGEND.
Hearing he has died, so suddenly after learning of his aggressive cancer. And, hearing how he died, in his own inimitable, brilliantly and wonderfully "Lemmy" way... In front of his favourite computer game console, from his favourite pub - It is exactly how you can imagine him leaving us.
Probably with a whiskey by his side, and a bevvy of beautiful woman who idolised him all around.
A singular man living life in his own singular and impenetrable and unique way.
Yes, he has died.
But he will never DIE.
His body has faded and left us, but his spirit is intwined indivisible from the genre and the music that he helped create and that will never be able to exist without the massive spark he lent and imbibed in it.
Lemmy was rock, is rock and will always be rock.
And the genre will forever exist with his spirit and his spark deeply rooted into the heart and soul of it.
I have never been able to drink Bourbon, but regardless, i will raise a JD and Coke to the sky on New Years eve proudly.
I will say a silent word or two to his name and his memory and i will slug it back with ease, knowing his spirit and his brilliant energy will guide me...
It is the very least i can do to this great, great man.
This REAL legend.
This Golden God.
We should all raise a glass for Lemmy.
Worthy of being mentioned in the same hushed and reverent tones as Lennon, Hendrix, Coltrane, Bach and Mozart.
A man of such importance and such spirit, his absence will be felt for many, many years.
The King of Rock'N'Roll.
Rest In Peace man.
Go on your way, continuing your journey in your Silver machine...