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dve stvari, ovo je prva. jebotebog. suza muska najteza
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a ovo je druga
British scientists have named the fossil of a fierce giant crocodile from the Jurassic era after the former lead singer of Motorhead, Lemmy.
Like the hell-raising rock star, the 19ft (5.8m) long beast now called Lemmysuchus was no shrinking violet.
The fossil needed to be renamed after University of Edinburgh scientists realised it had been wrongly classified.
The Motorhead frontman died at the end of 2015.
His band had a run of top 40 hits between 1978 and 1982, were best known for the rock anthem Ace of Spades and toured the world for 40 years
The crocodile terrorised coastal waters around Britain more than 145 million years ago.
It had a skull measuring just over a metre and large, blunt teeth perfect for crushing bones and turtle shells.
The name was suggested by Natural History Museum curator and Motorhead fan Lorna Steel.
She said: "Although Lemmy passed away at the end of 2015, we'd like to think that he would have raised a glass to Lemmysuchus, one of the nastiest sea creatures to have ever inhabited the Earth.
"As a long-standing Motorhead fan I am thrilled to have had the opportunity to immortalise the rock star in this way."
The incorrect classification was spotted by University of Edinburgh palaeontologist Michela Johnson after conducting a recent study of the fossil.
She said "Following careful anatomical comparison, and by referring to the main specimen held at the Natural History Museum, we could see that most of the previous finds were actually from relatives of Lemmysuchus rather than the species itself, and we were able to assign a new name."
The fossil was originally dug up in a clay pit near Peterborough in 1909 then housed at London's Natural History Museum.
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Motorhead ex “Fast” Eddie Clarke dead at 67
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pa to je to, cela osnovna postava je pomrla 
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Da, za tri godine.
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Kako volim ovu obradu...
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Malo sećanja na Lemija.
https://www.ultimate-guitar.com/news/general_music_news/motorhead_drummer_talks_how_lemmy_treated_bands_road_crew_recalls_frontmans_dumbest_idiot_drug_remark.html
https://www.ultimate-guitar.com/news/general_music_news/motorhead_drummer_talks_how_lemmy_treated_bands_road_crew_recalls_frontmans_dumbest_idiot_drug_remark.html
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Sveti Lemi.
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Nije off.
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Zli stolar.
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poor quality but still https://t.co/Yxum1BIEdg
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https://blabbermouth.net/news/motorhead-shares-previously-unreleased-song-bullet-in-your-brain-from-bad-magic-sessions
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Lemmy, Ade Edmondson and Rik Mayall in 1986. pic.twitter.com/zMRLmgGdh5
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Ukrađeno iz nove knjige Jana Vinvuda, Bodies.
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- Shane MacGowan made his bones as a face in the London punk scene
of 1976. In its febrile environment, he made the acquaintance of Ian
‘Lemmy’ Kilmister, the bandleader of Motörhead. While MacGowan
pursued oblivion, with perfect poise Lemmy indulged in the holy trinity
of bourbon, cigarettes and amphetamine sulphate. All good clean fun.5
Heavy drinkers and dedicated drug users normally reach the point at
which only three options remain: abstinence, ruin, or death. Not here.
With stolid determination, Lemmy kept at it until four days past his
seventieth birthday. Even then we were all a bit surprised that he’d finally
died. Not because the idea itself seemed implausible, but because he’d
kept the show on the road for so long that it appeared as if he might
actually go on for ever.
‘Lemmy and I hit it off straight away,’ Ginger Wildheart, the
songwriter and frontman with the English group The Wildhearts, told me.
‘I toured with him twice and I found him to be a kind and, actually, a
moral man. We both loved speed, so we’d take it and just talk each
other’s ears off for hours on end. But he had a very specific approach to
drink and to drugs. He realised that he enjoyed doing them so much that
he never wanted to reach the point where he’d have to stop. So he
moderated his use so that he was the one who was in control. That was
the point – it never controlled him.’
For the purposes of this book, Lemmy is an anomaly. He was the one
who was in control. When it came to drugs, he drew distinctions that
might just bear scrutiny. The experience of watching a lover die from an
overdose instilled in him a loathing for heroin that was as pronounced as
anything I’ve ever seen. As his status as an icon grew, it was tempting to
place him in the same louche bracket as Keith Richards. Rock ’n’ roll
outlaws who never say die, that kind of thing. The only problem with this
is that, in a certain light, Richards’ stage clothes appear to have been
dyed in blood. Lemmy said yes to many things, but not to this. ‘Heroin
fucking ruined [Richards] for years,’6 he once said. ‘It’s all very well,
that funky Keith business, but how many people do you think he
influenced? All these young guys impressed by Keith and doing it as
well. You’ve got to take some kind of fucking responsibility.’ For the
author of Velvet Underground track ‘Heroin’ he had stronger words still.
‘Lou Reed should burn in fucking hell for the amount of people he’s got
into heroin for that song,’7 he said. With a pulse like a pneumatic drill, in
1988 he even declared, ‘I believe that if you can do without them [drugs]
then you’re better off.’8 Hold on, let him finish. ‘I hate to give advice
because I’m fifty-three – I’m their parents’ age – so they think, “What’s
that old cunt know?” But I do know. Believe me, I fucking know.’
I believed him. Towards the end of his life, Lemmy seemed to regard
his lot with an understandable degree of melancholy. One of the
problems with secular deification is that people stop listening to your
new music. It’s a decent gig for those who want it – certainly AC/DC
have used the iconography of Angus Young as an excuse to spend fortytwo
years making inferior albums – but Lemmy rightly viewed his status
as a twenty-first-century capstone as a threat to his job as a productive
artist. Sometimes willing to trade on his public image as a hard-living
Hall of Famer – at Motörhead concerts, supporters could buy t-shirts
bearing his face and the words ‘fifty one per cent motherfucker, forty
nine per cent son of a bitch’ – beneath the carapace lurked a sensitive
man who wanted only for his band’s songs to be heard. His new songs.
At the Royal Garden Hotel, he once told me that if given the choice he
would never again play ‘Ace of Spades’. Such an omission would see
him hanged for treason, of course, but I took to his thinking. I admired
his wariness of comfort and nostalgia. Regardless of whether or not
people paid it any mind, I liked that he still believed in his band’s newest
music. He was right to. Some of it is very good indeed.
In the middle years of the nineties, I once saw this with my own eyes.
In the bar of a hotel near the southern tip of Regent’s Park, Lemmy fell
into conversation with a pair of politely dressed thirty-somethings
enjoying Friday evening drinks at a nightspot near the centre of town. At
the time, Motörhead were more than a decade removed from their
highest-selling days – a period in which they would fill the Hammersmith
Odeon for four straight nights – but not yet at the point at which their
singer had become universally recognised. The couple knew that they
knew him but, and please forgive us, they just couldn’t say from where.
Sorry.
‘I play in a band called Motörhead,’ he said.
‘Oh right,’ one of them answered. ‘Right. Yeah, I remember
Motörhead. I didn’t know you guys were still together.’
Remember.
Like a high-rolling poker player with a terminal tell, the face of Ian
‘Lemmy’ Kilmister fell to the floor. It took him but a second to put
himself back together, but I saw it. The sadness at being thought of as
yesterday’s man, making yesterday’s music – I saw it. Waiting for our
interview to commence, I listened in as the singer spent the next few
minutes telling a pair of perfect strangers of Motörhead’s plans for the
upcoming year. Next month, a new album; after that, an American tour
with a run up to Canada; then a European campaign, including a night
here in London. They could even come and check it out, if they wanted
to.
‘Um, yeah, I guess that could be fun.’
I couldn’t believe I was in his company. I was ten years old when I
first heard Motörhead on the radio. Gate-crashing the top ten, in under
three minutes the live version of their titular song changed my life for
ever. Without it, I don’t know that I would have fallen in love with music.
I don’t know that I would have thought of becoming a music writer. Two
weeks earlier, its parent album, No Sleep ’Til Hammersmith, had entered
the chart at number one. Concussed with admiration, I pestered my mum
for the seven-inch, and then the LP; she even bought me one of the
band’s t-shirts. Much more than the messy sound of chaos and collision, I
realise now that I was struck by the purity of it all. It was amazing. In
2020 I placed the LP at number one on a long list of essential live albums
compiled for the Telegraph. About this, I had no hesitation. In the fortyodd
years that have elapsed since I first held this wondrous item in my
hands, not a month has gone by in which I haven’t listened to it at least
once.
With its inner sleeve festooned with Polaroid pictures, No Sleep ’Til
Hammersmith afforded me my first glimpse into an entirely alien world. I
recall the words ‘I think these are Aberdeen’ written below a photograph
of a gathering of vacuum-packed human beings who looked to me like
they belonged in some kind of asylum. Or in prison. I spent hours
looking at these images and wondering, Who are these people? How can
I meet them? How do I go about becoming one of them? ‘Recorded live
in England surrounded by maniacs’ read the sleeve notes on the back
cover. ‘Dedicated to all the people who have travelled with, drunk with,
fought with and screwed with us on the roads of England and Europe for
five years … Thanks to everyone who came to see us. Thanks to
Smirnoff and Carlsberg without whom lots of this would have been
coherent.’ Mouth agape, I’d read these words again and again. What do
they even mean?
On a visit to Barnsley, my dad bought me a copy of the Bomber
album from Casa Disco Records in the centre of town. Walking to the
George & Dragon on a gaspingly frigid December afternoon, I took stock
of the three band members pictured on the back sleeve. Lemmy. ‘Fast’
Eddie Clarke. ‘Philthy Animal’ Taylor. ‘Ian, look up. Watch where you’re
going.’ In a room filled with sunlight, Lemmy sat behind a half-full
bottle of whiskey that I knew, I just knew, had been opened only that day.
Who are these people? Too young to know of the existence of the music
press, I had no context for any of this stuff. For all I knew, the object in
my hand may as well have fallen from space.
He takes it well, Lemmy, all of the stuff I pour into his lap the first
time I meet him. Following our interview, drinking and smoking and
telling jokes, in the hotel bar he gives me hours of time. Towards the end
I’m helpless to prevent myself from spilling out over the side and letting
him know that without him I wouldn’t be here today – you know, with
him. Trying as hard as I know how not to fool myself, I’ll go so far as to
say that he seemed pleased by this. Actually, I’ll go so far as to say that
he appeared touched. And thank God for that. Back then, indifference or
derision from the one person who permanently changed the course of my
life might well have knocked me to the canvas.
He couldn’t keep it up for ever, of course, this life of his. In the end I
think it was the cigarettes that did for him. It was the gaspers that
diminished his voice and waged a scorched-earth campaign on his lungs.
You could hear it when he talked, that aerosol-can rattle of someone
thirsty for air. Advised to stop drinking, he swapped his bourbon and
Coke for a tumbler of vodka and orange. Approaching the task in his
hand with metronomic determination, Lemmy was the kind of drinker
who never seemed to get drunk. But on the three occasions I was graced
by his company, without effort he put away what to my eyes, at least
back then, seemed like an astonishing amount.
Little did I know that there would come a time when I would outdrink
even him.
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Lou Reed should burn in fucking hell for the amount of people he’s got into heroin for that song
jadni vorhol šta je morao da trpi i menadžira
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https://www.nme.com/news/music/the-damned-on-how-lemmy-saved-the-band-3416931
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edit: ups!
promace mi ono "lemmy", mali detalj(!). inace se uklapa u topik za skljokanje i plakanje