Alex S Johnson aka "Teach" (Lemmy Kilmister)

Rock and Roll 

In Memory Of Lemmy Kilmister 1945-2015

For Ellyn Maybe, Alea Celeste Williams, Exene Cervenka, Iris Berry and Don Kingfisher Campbell 

Submerged in the

swirling waters of the

rock and roll scene, a frequent 

attendant of the 

rock and roll

Valhalla that is 

the Rainbow Bar and Grille 

on the fabulous 

Sunset Strip

the House of Blues

the Troubadour nightclub

or as a guest of 

Tequila Mockingbird

or overnight at the 

safe house of a Beverly Hills

hit man (this really happened) 

accompanied by Lemmy and Marilyn 

Manson's publicist and

Trent Reznor's girlfriend, who'd just

done a show at the 

Whiskey A Go-Go and

Copious rails of speed were

ingested, I was vibrating like a 

live power cable 

could feel the electric

current in my

Teeth as "Mikael" demonstrated

the smooth

action on a 

Police .357 

A few years later there I was

Backstage at the Nokia Theater in Los Angeles, California, the year

was 2011, I had just finished reading

the memoir Neon Angels by

Cherie Currie and was 

Standing behind 

Lemmy's Murder One as

Cherie Currie comes out

to sing with 

Motorhead--the crowd, apeshit,

ecstatic, as Lemmy's buzz-bomb bass

drills down through the floorboards

fueled by amphetamine, bourbon,, cigarettes and Coke, his nimble fingers

Nevertheless brutalizing the fretboard of his

Iconic Rickenbacker bass

The amps cranked to 

Earbleed

Level 

As Phil Campbell, Lord Axesmith, rips through his coke-accelerated classic r and fn' r riffs 

As the greatest drummer in the world, Mikkey Dee, he of the massive sausage fingers

Creates a smol

Storm 

System 

Around his 

Drum Kit 

As the voice of "Cherry Bomb" 

explodes:

"Killed by Death," Lemmy and

Cherie sing in 

unholy, divine unison 

"By Death

By Death 

By Death" 

Well, ultimately, 

Lemmy was...

"I'll haunt you," he grinned cheekily to 

reporters in some of his last

Interviews 

as a lifetime of 

hardcore 

legendary

Partying finally

caught up with him...

My last 

Memory of Ian Frasier Kilmister being 

of him

Dressed in a 

Suit

The perfect English

Gentleman, about to leave the Nokia on a date with doubtless a 

goddess

He wasn't as tall as I 

Had always thought of him, it 

was quite striking for me that I was 

nearly at his 

Height, although I'd literally 

Sat on his hotel bed five years

Previous as he fed me

Marlboros...

A truly honorable

Man and stop, whatever it is

You are thinking, it wasn't like that...

If you knew him, you'd recognize he 

was like that with

Everybody...

No phony, just gold.

No pretense, only rock and roll.