It’s rare that a thread earns Friday Flashback status so soon after its initial posting, but a new Townsperson among us, beenreepin, had some Main Stage-worthy comments on how to best appreciate Motorhead. Click the link to pick up where you may have left off in December, right to his belated comments, or revisit this entire thread and original discussion.
This post initially appeared 12/3/09.
If you point a gun to my head I can hum out the 3 words that make up both the title and (most of?) the chorus of Motorhead‘s “Ace of Spaces.” Other than that I know I’ve heard a song called “Eat the Rich,” or something like that. If memory serves it sounds like the sound a motorcycle makes when a biker revs it up, right? In fact, I think every song I’ve ever heard by Motorhead sounds like a revved up motocycle engine. I know bikers and other motorheads dig the sound of revved up engines, but a lot of rock fans I know who say they dig Motorhead yet drive around in whole-grain, alternative-energy vehicles don’t seem to get a thrill out of listening to a real motorcylce engine. In fact, these well-educated, concerned citizens of rock scoff at real-life motorheads and the pin-dick compensatory measures they – no, we – like to believe those big engines represent. Yet they tell me they dig the band Motorhead. What gives?
These same, value-based proponents of “old-school” practices like leaf raking and loose-leaf tea steeping wouldn’t be caught within 50 yards of a real-life person who looked anything like that human, filthy boil Lemmy – unless they were dedicating a Saturday morning to volunteering in a soup line – yet they tell me how “fucking cool” Lemmy’s wart-encrusted Look is. What gives?
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