It’s said that bad news comes in threes. It did this last week.
RIP Lemmy, Ed Stewart and now Bowie. Ashes to ashes.
I met Lemmy in the 80s and we bumped into each other sporadically over the years. The last time I saw him was at the Classic Rock Awards at the Roundhouse a few years ago. We were getting a lifetime achievement award. During the interval, I slipped outside for a breath of fresh air (a smoke) and met Lemmy. After a too-long, one-way conversation I thought I’d better get back inside. Oh dear, Ian Gillan and Ian Paice were already on the stage, speeches done, getting the award from Gene Simmons. I ran on in time to explain that I dream for a living and walk off, feeling somewhat embarrassed. Oh well, that’s rock and roll. Thanks Lemmy. It is an honour to have known him.
Although I met him frequently back then, along with the rest of the Radio London DJs, I didn’t get to know Ed Stewart that well. He was always friendly and cheerful with a wicked grin. Great fun. Episode Six’s drummer, Harvey Shield, recently uncovered this flyer from 1966. Eerie, is it not?
I watched some of David Bowie’s Blackstar videos last week, Lazarus in particular. It struck me as beautiful as it was disturbing. Hearing the sad news I watched it again in wonder… he knew he was dying and turned it into a work of art. He always was provocative, a great songwriter, pushing boundaries and taking chances, but this one last stand is surely a touch of genius, whether you like his music or not. What a way to go. True to his artistic vision as ever and entirely worthy of every accolade.
Life is good.