On morning someone was banging on my door. I just had gone to bed. I opened in my underpants and it was Lemmy standing there with a leather jacket in one hand and a bullet belt in the other handing over to me saying, „you’ve got the job.“
And walks off…it was a fuckin‘ classic.
R.I.P. Fast Eddie
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better. Samuel Beckett - 'Cos music is for listening and not to stored away in a bloody cupboard.