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September 20, 2019

Larry Wallis Dead! WATCH Police Car "The garbage truck is the heat!" from On Parole 1979


Larry Wallis Dead

Police Car

"The garbage truck is the heat!"


Doug Meetthinking 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:

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.