Applause

Mick- I thoroughly enjoyed Getcha Rocks off. After the first mention in the book of Thin Lizzy- I said to my wife…….here will be a test of Mick’s bona fides.

If he mentions Don’t Believe A Word and the unique guitar solo……he is the real deal.

My wife said ‘whatever’. Then sure enough you delivered a couple of pages later. My wife couldn’t believe it. I had chills for about an hour.

Great job!!!!

Cheers

Frank Raue

 

Mick
I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed your book on Lemmy.
Your book was a great read & very objective & I’d agree with lots of your observations – I don’t think the Three Amigos were ever bettered.
I was a big fan from his Hawkwind days & had a few meets with him over the years, which were always interesting & entertaining.
Last time was before the soundcheck at Portsmouth Guildhall in 2012 when I spent about an hour with him & gave him a Nazi dagger & some PG Wodehouse books – it goes without saying over Jack & coke!
Great memories & what a musical legacy.
I wondered if you are doing any book signings?
If not, would you be able to send me your signature “To Steve” on a sticker / comp slip / anything so that I could stick it into the book like a bookplate.
Steve Payne

Hi Mick, just a few words to the latest addition to my Mick Wall collection the Lemmy book.

As ever you never disappoint with your insights into the lives of these amazing figures from Rock and Roll and the Lemmy book is no different.

I haven’t quite finished it but only have a few pages to the end and wanted to thank you for once again writing a book that grips the reader and pulls them into this world that we usually only read about in magazines etc. From start to finish the book gave amazing insights to the person Ian Frazer Kilminister aka Lemmy.

Once again thank you for yet another amazing book about one of our music heroes a pleasure to read from start to almost finish.

Regards

Dave Robinson

Hi Mick,

I just wanted to say how interesting it was listening to you talk about Lemmy last night at Blackwell’s in Oxford, and how it would have been great to hear more of your thoughts had it not been for the guy in the front row who was a little worse for wear!  Hey ho, that’s life I guess and you more than anybody I’m sure, knows what a diverse bunch rock fans are?!  I dare say Lemmy himself would have laughed that guy off!

Anyway, thanks for letting my mate Darek take a pic of me with you and thanks very much for the comment you wrote in my copy of your book, my good lady will love that!

Motorhead were the first band I saw live when I was 15 or 16 in the early 80’s at Newcastle City Hall and just remember being absolutely blown away by Lemmy’s stage presence and the sheer power of the band.  It was such a shame to first lose Phil, but then Lemmy, so sad, I always thought he would live for ever!!

I think so often, rock stars and guys like Lemmy are stereotyped by those who are not interested in this genre of music, as being soulless and “thick”, for want of a better word, but Lemmy was such an intelligent guy and had an opinion on everything so I hope that your book sells well and reaches a wider audience and helps to dispel some of these stereotypes, and I myself look forward to reading it.

It sounds like you had a pretty wild time with him and the various Motorhead line ups, you must consider yourself to be lucky to have known him?  Anyway, I guess that you are a busy man so shall sign off now, but just wanted to say thanks again and hope you don’t mind me emailing you.

Take Care,

Best wishes,

Mike

 

Mick,

Just finished reading ‘Lemmy’ and wanted to congratulate you on the book, it’s an excellent piece of writing.

I had the good fortune to meet him a couple of times, once when I was out with the Georgia Satellites on their second British tour and again in Bournemouth where I live.

Well done and keep up the good work.

Kind regards

Mike Davies

 

I am almost through with your Jim Morrison Biography. I have read a couple of them over the years, but none so revealing as your work which is masterfully written.

It would appear everyone who ever knew him, has written a piece about him except Mary Francis Werbelow. Simply too many books to read.
In any case, I had long suspected Jim was a homosexual, or at least bi-sexual and at that time as we know, it would have been suicide to “come out” as it were. There were too many clues in his songs that alluded to the fact.
I also suspected his mother was abusive, and his father basically non existent. Such was life back then in a military family that moved dozens of times over the years. Military mom’s as I knew them were very stoic, conservative, and demanded excellence of their children. They wanted nothing that remotely embarrassed the family and if one had a child like Morrison who was possibly homosexual, Bi-Polar or other wise “defective” it did not bode well with the family dynamic.
It would almost seem a artist like Jim would be so different from his family, one would wonder how they would even be related genetically?
Having had two fathers that were stricken with alcoholism, one my natural father I never met, and the second my adoptive father, I can relate to the horrors of the disease and certainly some of the scenes described in the book are of no surprise.
I have always related to Jim for many reasons. Although I am 20 years younger than Jim, thus not coming of age until the late 1970’s as I am 53, I knew we had some sort of kinship in the sense we are both artists; myself a drummer, poet, and writer, and I never knew my natural family, and I don’t thin Jim really ever knew his, nor did they have an interest in him. My natural parents kept one child and gave up three. I have always felt abandoned and lonely. Jim’s poetry and songs enabled me to somehow cope with it all. I am nothing like my adoptive family. We have nothing in common.
What did surprise me in the book is how callous and selfish the other Doors were. I was shocked at how judgmental they were, and how self serving they were. I am not surprised at Paul’s cocaine addiction, yet the Doors put up with that but in my opinion they did not lift a finger to make an effort to help Jim.
I am also not too surprised at how materialistic Jac Holzman became in only seeing the Doors as product instead of art. I am surprised how he held back songs. There were enough at the time to create  a 7th studio album, yet they were held off the press for decades.
Jim is an example of a far too often tragedy on how American society treats it’s artists.(I just read Michael Starr’s book on Ringo Starr, and the similarities between Ringo and Jim were pretty amazing.) We use them and throw them away when the next best thing comes along. I would suspect that every person Jim came in contact with bears some responsibility for his demise. The abusive women in his life, the unnamed men in his life, his UCLA buddies, and certainly his father and siblings.
You do not let such incredible genius destroy himself while you watch. You coddle, comfort,  and otherwise use compassion with someone with such a gift. Yet, in American society, we have let so many over the years destroy themselves while we sit and watch because it’s entertaining, and most of the time, it gives us a sense of superiority,  and a delusion that we are better than they are because our flaws are so readily hidden, and theirs are so readily available for public display.
In any case, thanks for the great book. It gives an insight  with more depth about the man an his alcoholism, of which the Doors seems to have no interest in helping their bandmate.
John Mathieson
Nashville, Tennessee
Dear Mick,

I recently finished reading your biography on Lemmy. It was a powerful, well written book and I honestly feel I know the man far better now than I ever thought I would.

I started listening to Motörhead in the ’90s, stealing my father’s old LPs and listening over and over again. I always loved No Sleep ‘Til Hammersmith, without realising it was such a big hit in this country. The way you wrote the book made it seem as though Lemmy’s life off the stage was pure mayhem, constantly full of drugs and booze, and that his life, his happiest life, was the one that we saw, up there performing. But it also became clear that in his twilight years he enjoyed the life he settled into in LA, living quietly and peacefully, secure in his status as a legend. I hope those things are true- it sounds like, for all the hell raising, he brought a lot of happiness to a lot of people that knew him (yourself included), in addition to all of us who didn’t.

I just wanted to thank you for writing such an in-depth, brilliantly constructed piece which made me feel a lot closer to the man I idolised without ever knowing anything about.

Kind regards,
James Luxford- ‘not old enough to fucking remember it.’

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