tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357584294701487966.post3998257767407890187..comments2023-03-24T14:26:17.518-04:00Comments on The Furthest Point: Lemmyso'chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16554835126932258178noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357584294701487966.post-8952069516004332842008-07-09T15:11:00.000-04:002008-07-09T15:11:00.000-04:00I can't believe it was so long ago, because it fee...I can't believe it was so long ago, because it feels like yesterday....<BR/> <BR/>Summer of 1985, I was at the Limelight for a Corrosion of Conformity show. My friends and I -- like a lot of college age rock fans -- used to "kick start" the evening's buzz by downing plenty of alcohol at home, before getting to the club, where every drink cost a sawbuck.<BR/><BR/>By the time I got in the club on this particular night, I had a head full of happiness and a bladder full of Jim Beam. I went straight for the men's room. And the door... was locked. There was no line for the ladies room, so I tried that, and went in. Of course, there where no urinals, just four stalls -- three of which seemed flooded and had yellow plastic "Piso Mojado" signs inside. I gently knocked on the door of the only working stall and spoke to the noises coming from behind it. "Sorry, Are you going to be long, I really have to go."<BR/><BR/>The response echoed around the tiled room. "Sod off, you fucking little fuck!"<BR/><BR/>I couldn't wait any longer, so I edged up to one of the sinks and unzipped my Levi's. Just as I finally felt my first moment of relief, that stall door SLAMMED open. I looked in the mirror just in time to see Lemmy's mole give me the finger as it pulled up its pants and walked out the door.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357584294701487966.post-80344025683956817022008-07-09T11:02:00.000-04:002008-07-09T11:02:00.000-04:00Lemmy is like a throwback to better times. Viking ...Lemmy is like a throwback to better times. Viking Times.<BR/><BR/>And for more on celebrities with moles, go to:<BR/><BR/>http://gone-hollywood.com/2008/04/celebrities-who-rock-the-moles/Heathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01788502513945819966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357584294701487966.post-39678452781427534652008-07-09T09:03:00.000-04:002008-07-09T09:03:00.000-04:00These stories have made my day. The closest I have...These stories have made my day. The closest I have to a Lemmy story is getting my finger nearly bitten into by the bassist at a Nashville Pussy show. Which isn't close AT ALL. So obviously these stories have impressed. Lemmy is a god.Peter Yezukevichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03558022469350682180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357584294701487966.post-9238890075925061842008-07-09T05:22:00.000-04:002008-07-09T05:22:00.000-04:00One night I was at Coney Island High. I was doing ...One night I was at Coney Island High. I was doing my usual night of marathon drinking and stupidity, when I noticed a lone figure at the end of the bar. White boots peaking out from tight faded black levi's, bullet belt, leather jacket, shots, and THE MOLE!!! <BR/>It was Lemmy!. He disengaged from the bar and started toward the exit. I had to say something to him, and I wanted an autograph for my friend Mike. I checked, and had a sharpie. I needed something to write on, I pulled a paper bag from the garbage near the coat check and worked up the courage to approach him.<BR/>"excuse me, Lemmy?"<BR/>He turned and looked down at me.<BR/>"Yes"<BR/>"Sorry, my friend will kill me if I don't ask you for an autograph" thrusting my sharpie and bag forward.<BR/>" Well, we don't want that then, Do we?"<BR/>and he scribbled the bag, handed it back, and with a wink shambled down the stairs out onto St. Mark's Place.<BR/>FUCKIN" AWESOME!!!!!<BR/>I wonder if Mike still has that autograph, But I got the wink.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com