Larry Wallis Dead
Police Car
"The garbage truck is the heat!"
Doug Meet — thinking about things with Lenny Smith and 19 others
70-year-old baby-driver
Motörhead Shredder
confirmed by official Motörhead
Pink Fairies
Original Stiff Records' Artist
No official cause of death has been revealed.
Would you care to have an antejentacular coffee with me?
Wallis said of their first time playing together, “We plugged in, left the amp settings where they were, as they were already turned with a monkey wrench, and went nuts.”
The trio, which soon drummer Phil Taylor in place of Fox, recorded On Parole in 1975, with Wallis penning the title track and contributing to three other songs – Vibrator, Fools and City Kids, the last of which was a remake of one of his Pink Fairies numbers.
Though considered a seminal album today, Motorhead’s label at the time, United Artists, was unimpressed and refused to release the recording. No Parole was finally issued in 1979, after Motorhead had found success with albums like Overkill and Bomber.
By this time, Wallis was long out of the band, having left soon after No Parole’s shelving and the hiring of “Fast” Eddie Clarke as a second guitarist.
“The game didn't look as if it was worth the candle,” Wallis recalled.
“I wanted another guitarist to flesh it out, but once
Eddie Clark came along, it was apparent he would be the man to replace
me. He had the enthusiasm that had been eaten away from me by
circumstances.”
Post-Motörhead, Wallis played with a reunited Pink Fairies and served as a producer for punk and new wave label Stiff Records. He also recorded a single for Stiff, Police Car/On Parole, which was produced by Nick Lowe.
Wallis continued to record and perform, including another stint with the Pink Fairies, throughout the subsequent decades. His one and only solo album, Death in the Guitarfternoon, was released in 2001.
*this very
inaugurate method of commemorating time may vary depending on certain
time- Geo-related and/or other particular factors, which may or not be
relevant.
For example:
For example:
I fell asleep mid-edit of
the lugubriously (heart)-breaking news story this morning (the sun was
out CST), when, only just now, awakened, a Coleridge- Poe-rapping came
tap tap tapping on my hotel door.
Earlier application, or
its soporific dreaming, and no more its cause--a grassy Pontalarier
l'absinthe, now fashionable for those daytime toilings at l'heure vert,
as one potentiates other--no one ever base, augmentor--laudanum--but
deep-sleep state in place of disturbance of two unlike but similar
non-exclusive states--upon returning errant, in fact, interruption which
Coleridge and I now share.
Instead of finding concentration from
similar irreparably disturbed--not by God or memory--recollections, I
instead of magic palace of Kubla Khan--found myself lost, never to be
recovered, orientation through, once-found, "true," as sailor whose pole
is North, whose sextant close, lost bearing not pleasure, but funereal
commemoration as antiqu crash, never cause to disorient relation, its
stationary seat among firmament, lost lodestar--no chance of
recovery--as parking.
Waking dreamlike, its measurement
relatively true, E=MC2 relativism relates famous "C" as 3.176254678,
stationary train-passenger traveling steady 60 mph, having thrown book
from front to rear, it receives different result at weight, speed, and
velocity, but far more notably, time of action..."
RIP
Now listen to "police car."
To valetudinarians and others: following method of making coffee for breakfast is earnestly recommended as most wholesome, pleasant, jentacular beverage first ordered by able physicians.
