White Line Fever: The Autobiog: The Autobiography - Softcover

Garza, Janiss; , Lemmy

 
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<b>After years of notorious excess, his blood would kill another human being. This is the story of the heaviest drinking, most oversexed speed freak in the music business.</b><br><br> Ian Fraser Kilmister was born on Christmas Eve, 1945. Learning from an early age that chicks really do appreciate a guy with a guitar, and inspired by the music of Elvis and Buddy Holly, Lemmy quickly outgrew his local bands in Wales, choosing instead to head to Manchester to experience everything he could get his hands on. And he never looked back.<br><br> Lemmy tripped through his early career with the Rocking Vicars, backstage touring with Jimi Hendrix, as a member of Opal Butterflies and Hawkwind. In 1975, he went on to create speed metal and form the legendary band Motorhead.<br><br> During their twenty-seven-year history, Motorhead has released 21 albums, been nominated for a Grammy, and conquered the rock world with such songs as &ldquo;Ace of Spades,&rdquo; &ldquo;Bomber,&rdquo; and &ldquo;Overkill.&rdquo; Throughout the creation of this impressive discography, the Motorhead lineup has seen many changes, but Lemmy has always been firmly at the helm.<br><br> <i>White Line Fever,</i>&#160;a headbanging tour of the excesses of a man being true to his music and his pleasures, offers a sometimes hilarious, often outrageous, but always highly entertaining ride with the frontman of the loudest rock band in the world.

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Since 1987,&#160;<b>Janiss Garza</b>&#160;has been writing about very loud rock and alternative music. From 1989 to 1996, she was senior editor at <i>RIP</i>, at the time the world&rsquo;s premier hard music magazine. She has also written for&#160;<i>the Los Angeles Times, Entertainment Weekly,</i>&#160;and&#160;<i>the New York Times.</i>&#160;She cowrote <i>White Line Fever</i> with Motorhead founder Lemmy Kilmister.<br><br><b>Lemmy Kilmister</b>&#160;was born in Stoke-on-Trent, Wales. Having been a member of the Rockin' Vicars, Opal Butterflies, and Hawkwind, he formed Motorhead, the legendary English heavy metal band. &#160;<br><br>Kilmister has been credited as an enormous influence on the genres of rock, heavy metal, death metal, punk, and speed metal. He turned out scores of albums and toured prolifically. &#160;He was also the author of <i>White Line Fever: The Autobiography.</i> Kilmister died December 28, 1015, of cancer and heart failure, leaving behind a huge musical legacy.

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White Line Fever

The Autobiography

By Lemmy Kilmister, Janiss Garza

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2002 Ian Fraser Kilmister and Janiss Garza
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-8065-2590-7

Contents

Title Page,
Dedication,
PROLOGUE,
CHAPTER ONE - capricorn,
CHAPTER TWO - fast and loose,
CHAPTER THREE - jailbait,
CHAPTER FOUR - metropolis,
CHAPTER FIVE - speedfreak,
CHAPTER SIX - built for speed,
CHAPTER SEVEN - beer drinkers and hell raisers,
CHAPTER EIGHT - keep us on the road,
CHAPTER NINE - back at the funny farm,
CHAPTER TEN - (Don't let 'em) grind ya domn,
CHAPTER ELEVEN - angel city,
CHAPTER TWELVE - we are motörhead,
CHAPTER THIRTEEN - brabe new world,
Copyright Page,


CHAPTER 1

capricorn


I started life in Stoke-on-Trent, in the West Midlands of England. Stoke consists of about six towns clustered together. Burslem was the nastiest, so it's only fitting that I was born there. The area is called the Potteries, and the countryside used to be black with slag from the coal used in the kilns that produced all kinds of pottery, including the famous Wedgwood. The ugly slagheaps stretched over the landscape wherever you looked, and the air was dirty with the chimneys' smoke.

By the time my wayward father took off, we had moved to Newcastle, my mum, my gran and I – Newcastle-under-Lyme, that is, which is not too far from Stoke. We lived there until I was six months old, and then we moved to Madeley, a village nearby that was really nice. We lived opposite a big pond – nearly a lake – where there were swans. It was beautiful, but definitely amongst the hoi polloi.

My mum had it rough, trying to support us on her own. The first job she had was as a TB nurse, which was rotten fucking work, because in those days it was like being on a terminal cancer ward – so she was more or less just seeing the patients on their way. And she saw TB babies being born – apparently there were some real horrors. TB does something weird to the chromosomes: she saw newborn babies with rudimentary feathers on 'em, and another one born with scales. Eventually she left that job and worked for a time as a librarian but then she stopped working for a while. I didn't quite understand the pressures she was under and I figured we'd be all right. Later on, she was a bartender, but that was after she married my stepfather.

I had problems at school right from the start. The teachers and I didn't see eye-to-eye: they wanted me to learn, and I didn't want to. I was always like a fuckin' black hole when it came to maths. You might as well have spoken Swahili to me as try to teach me algebra, so I gave up on it early. I figured I wasn't going to be a mathematician so I might as well fuck off. I played truant constantly, and that was it from day one, really.

The first episode in my difficult schooling that I remember clearly was at primary school. This stupid woman wanted to teach the boys knitting; she was probably a feminist, right? I must have been about seven, so really it was a bit pointless. And this woman was a real brute, too – she quite enjoyed hitting kids. I wouldn't knit because it was sissy. In those days, we still had sissies, see. They weren't running the country, like they are now. I told her I couldn't do it, and she hit me. Then I said I couldn't do it again, and after a while she stopped hitting me.

Honestly though, I think hitting a kid's good for him if he's a bad kid – not if he gets hit indiscriminately, but when he does som

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