The Bomber…

We each take turns at Belly Acres (the t-shirt factory) to play music. We’re about six to eight people here which leaves about an hour for each person to play whatever they want to listen. Today I’ve had a headache, it’s raining, I’m tired and a bit bored. Not all people understand how putting on Motörhead’s “Bastards” could be the cure to all that. However, there is one man that I left behind back home that knows all about this healing power.

Some might argue, but I think maybe I am the person who knows the man above the best. At least when it comes to certain things in life. Let me explain. I was there at nights when we would spend eight hours straight in our rehearsing room playing Black Sabbath. I was down the by the river fishing and listening to Iron Maiden when the fish hook tore into my flesh and he had to tear it out. I too stayed up until two in the morning watching Headbanger’s Ball on MTV. We went hunting heavy metal cassette tapes in Poland and cheap metal t-shirts that would vapourize after one washing.

And trust you me, I was there when me and my brother stood out on the plains some ten years ago watching the Motörhead show start at the Sweden Rock Festival. We had seen another band a couple of minutes before that so we still had about 500 feet to go to get to the stage where Motörhead played. I remember the very words he said, “Man! It’s like a helicopter take off!”. I can’t think of a better way to explain it. As I remember it they started with “Ironfist” and the hammering of drums and blitzkrieg stroboscope together with the pure madness of Lemmy’s singing and the crowd going wild was probably nothing short of the impact a group of ACH-47A armored Chinook helicopters would have crashing into a Viet Cong camp during an asian thunderstorm.

My brother would later earn the nickname The Bomber from the Motörhead-song with the same name (few things would describe him as good as that song). But maybe that show was when it all started. Maybe it started even earlier. And like Dave Mustaine of Megadeth said: “It was back in the day. And if you weren’t there, it doesn’t matter anyway, because you wouldn’t understand!”.

“Firestorm coming closer, Napalm to the bone!
Because, you know we do it right, A mission every night!
It’s a Bomber! It’s a Bomber!”

To me it describes a way of life and an attitude towards it all. If you’re having a hard time you can either wimp out and sink down into it… or you can crank up Motörhead, assume an attitude and simply let the world know that you’re gonna “Bite the Bullet”.

You are dearly missed brother.