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To all you hard-drinking, hard-partying survivors of hard rock's golden age: Congratulations on still being alive. Your bodies are worn, your brain cells fried and your livers hardened. After all these years, you need salvation. You need a messiah. We're not talking about Dr. Bob or Bill W. here. We're talking about Motörhead bassist, founding member and perennial cirrhosis courter Lemmy Kilmister. Yes, there is someone out there who partied through the '70s and '80s harder than you did and lived to tell the tale — and who continues the party to this day. A Cinderella story with plenty of warts. Witness the pickled piper of punk-infused hard rock do his thing at the Midland. You'll learn something while you watch — or die trying.
