Question Of The Week: And Never Lemmy Go?
Hello dear MetalSucks reader! Welcome to Question Of The Week! Imagine: You’ve been enjoying a quiet lunch at the Rainbow in West Hollywood. An older gentleman seats himself two stools away and with a greeting (but no introduction), he kinda confesses that he’s got a problem: He may not be healthy enough to continue working his beloved job. He seems kinda zen about it, like fuck it or whatever, so it seems like he’s giving you an opening to grant him your counsel. Fondly, you raise a toast to his career, and then point out that:
a. Maybe he could like summon the strength to shut it down, stand for the ovation, and then devote his new life to hanging hard as fuck with his family and buds and favorite journalist types?
b. A dude cannot quit something of such importance unless it is his desire to quit. If it’s that he feels he “should” retire and preserve his kinda iffy health, it might not take. And if his desire is the result of fear, that’s gonna fester either way. Keep at it if you must!
c. It’s easy to wonder if this is a result of his being too stubborn. Cuz hey, even if he quits grinding while he’s alive, it doesn’t signify that the logic of his lifestyle was faulty, that he partied too hard or whatever. Life is a series of days, you can totally change your mind whenever.
Deep thoughts! Answer below and have an awesome wknd :))
d. Other: “There comes a point in adulthood where you have to consider the person behind the things you like. And no matter how much you want those things to continue open-ended, the person can’t make that happen. So look man: do what’s best for you. If you don’t think you can give it your all every day anymore, then call it quits. If you think you can keep giving motherfuckers what they want until you keel over — and if that’s what you want to do — then do it. No one’s gonna say, ‘
Lemmy Sir, you’ve given them decades of joy, but it’s still not enough.’ You’ve earned the right to do whatever the hell you want and the respect for your decision. Handle this like Crowley: Do as thou wilt. As a recent album states, the world is yours. But with umlauts, I guess.”
d. Other: “Can’t you pass the reins to someone you trust who will preserve your legacy, so you can enjoy your last days doing what you want while acting as an advisor? If not, you should leave it now with a good conscience before your health ruins your good reputation; spend your retirement doing what you want to do: travel, time with family, one last bender …”
d. Other: “It’s time, man. This is the new adventure, the new hardship: saying goodbye. You’re going to pace and talk to yourself and make a ton of unnecessary phone calls. You’re going to wonder what’s going on with the people at your old job. But if your health’s getting in the way of getting shit done, don’t be the man who did his job poorly until he just couldn’t do it. Leave with a final bow and a wave, and maybe stop by every so often and do a little work with some old friends. But leave your legacy intact. Spend these days with your family, friends, old flames, and memories, enjoying what you have. Better that than people remembering your last day at work as a disappointment.”
d. Other: “It’s so hard to leave a great party. But your refusal to depart won’t forestall its conclusion. Be comforted by the fact that you will join other parties, wild, weird, fun ones, where new people will savor your best anecdotes, a different vibe will benefit from your good cheer, and strange new drugz will be piled in your palm. Don’t rob that new party of you — nor deprive yourself of new dudes/dope/digs of which to grow fond. Now let’s smoke on it. lol”
d. Other: I’d give him a big smile and be all like “Bro… #yolo!!!! #dgaf!!” and toast him with shots of jaeger and fist bump him so hard my Affliction leather wrist cuff shook with the force of my enthusiastic gesture of brotherhood.
DAVID LEE ROTHMUND
d. Other: I’ll turn to him slyly, squint my eyes, and say: “fuck ’em all, listen to this.”