Ian Fraser “Lemmy” Kilmister (born on 24 December 1945 in Burslem, Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire, England) is an English heavy metal musician.

He is best known as bassist, vocalist, songwriter and founding and sole constant member of the rock band Motörhead. His appearance, including his friendly mutton chops, prominent facial moles and gravelly voice, have made him a cult icon.

Thanks for that wiki…

The 66-year-old frontman of Motorhead, an all around hard rock legend and a lifelong poster boy for friendly mutton chops. He is one of the very few true rock ‘n’ roll icons of the olden times who not only still grace the land of the living, but also are still actively doing their thing.

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This is a man who exists on Meat, Whiskey and Drugs…
Lemmy drinks at least one bottle of Jack Daniels a day, and he’s done it for over 35 years. The food he consumes is especially unhealthy: He loathes vegetables and eats mainly meats and cheese, with the occasional cake or biscuit thrown in, administered on a “however much he likes, whenever he likes it” basis.
He’s been smoking since he was 11. He does copious amounts of drugs daily, and has done so for decades.

If you tried this, you’d be dead.
We here at SBB have sunk many a bottle of JD, smoked many cigarettes, this fucker has more hardcore in his little finger that we do in our entire office.

One of the many reasons we love Lemmy is that he’s just so fucking unconcerned with what anyone else thinks. This guy has absolutely no time for bullshitters.

“Apparently people don’t like the truth , but I do like it; I like it because it upsets a lot of people.”

Wine, Women and Song

They are among the 2,000 or so women who, Lemmy estimates, have rumpled his silken sheets.

“And,” says Lemmy, his voice soft, slightly plodding and tinged with a northern accent, “they go, ‘Remember me?’ And it’s unfortunate, but I never do. The ones I want to remember never show up.”

Among those he does remember are Julie Wilson, a former Playboy model who, four years ago, told the tabloids about the three days of torrid carnality during which Lemmy – the son of a vicar – kept her tied to a bed. “That was funny, wasn’t it?” the singer and bass player recalls. “Then my solicitor sent them a letter saying, ‘We are appalled by this accusation. Miss Wilson was not tied to the bed: she was hanging from the ceiling.’ They didn’t reply. I think we out-outraged them.”

The Image?

“I chose it. Don’t try to be famous all your life and then f-in’ bitch when you are. I can never be anonymous – especially when I walk round looking like this; especially when I take so much trouble not to be anonymous, right? It means it’s working. I mean, if you’re a rock star, you should bloody well be a rock star, and stop f-in’ around.”

A Movie has been made of the Rock Gods life. You’ll find us in the back row with a bottle of Jack, some Marlboro reds and a hooker. Trailer Here!

Lemmy, we salute you. With like devil horn fingers and that. 😀

He is also now dead… still the greatest though