When people discover that I was in a long-term relationship with Lemmy they always ask “What is it like to be on a date with Lemmy?”
On our first date I took a taxi from Jays in Pasadena to Lemmy’s apartment in West Hollywood. Amazing that Lemmy did not even flinch while paying my $60.00 fare for a one-way cab ride.
When I first arrived at the apartment, Lemmy offered me a drink and we talked and just hung out. Lemmy showed me his infamous Nazi sword collection in detail and explained many of the pieces and what they were awarded for. There were swords for honor and pins for motherhood etc.
Lemmy made these amazing steaks cooked in this seasoned butter and “chips”. Amazingly, Lemmy is a great cook and surprisingly hand cut the potatoes for the fries.
After we ate, we continued to drink and talk. Then Lemmy pulled out a little bag of white powder. I had no idea what it was. Lemmy opened the bag and with the tip of a pocket knife he lifted out a tip full of fine white powder and stuck it in his mouth. He made a face and quickly chased this mysterious powder with a long drink of his Jack Daniels and coke. He looked at me and said, “Want some?”
Seeing the confused look on my face, he explained that it was simply speed. This was our first date, I was a nervous wreck and last thing I needed was for him to see me talking endlessly and gnashing my teeth.
So I quickly refused.
Having done a little speed in my younger days (although never in powder form like that), it was enough to teach me that it could turn me into an absolute freak. I was thinking “powdered speed, I’ve never even heard of that.’ Who knows what that will do to me?”
At that moment and even now I am amazed at how I can have these moments of pure naivety and wonderment. I felt like I had seen so much and like I had really experienced much more than the average individual and yet – Naïve!
I really wanted to impress Lemmy, so I kept this to myself, I didn’t ask a lot of silly questions and just nodded and smiled like I was just lost for a second or two.
One thing that I learned immediately about Lemmy was that he loves marathon movie watching. On this our first date we watched 5 movies: “Killer Klowns From Outer Space”, “Aliens 3”, “JFK”, “The Ruling Class”, and “Monty Pythons-The Meaning of Life”. And we also watched a few episodes of “Fawlty Towers’. We stayed up all night talking and watching TV.
I got the feeling that Lemmy is a very shy person. Whenever I mention this to anyone I always get the strangest reactions. Everyone that I mention it to thinks that just because a guy can get up in front of tens of thousands of people to perform that he can’t be shy. But Lemmy is a very shy person one to one. He is sort of awkward. On our first few dates he seemed to need the movies to act as a barrier or to keep me busy and entertained as if he didn’t think he was entertaining just being himself.
I kept wondering when he would make his move. Kept thinking “This is a big rock star so surely he will get around to wanting me to perform some strange sexual act like the kind we have all read about in books and seen in movies.” I was expecting for him to want to tie me up or urinate on me or something, but it never got too weird. He just put his arm around me and pulled me close then leaned in for the kiss. Just like a normal guy.
After a bit of kissing he took out a Polaroid camera and took some pictures of us just sitting on the couch. Followed by more kissing… which led to my blouse being removed, which led to topless pictures being taken, and more kissing and fondling.
I became a bit shy when he wanted me to give him a blow job as he watched through the lens. He said, “suck it for me Deb”….OK…Ok… lets pause here…I had totally typed out the extremely specific details of what happened next. I think worthy of an AVN award for Best Sex Scene. But I have not decided the level of intimate detail that I want to give to you guys so…. for now,…and …until I decide…use your imagination…
I stayed the night and returned to Pasadena the next day.
A second date!!
Our next date came on January 09, 1993. Lemmy called and invited me over. I took another $60.00 taxi ride one way to Hollywood.
I was always amazed at how much cash Lemmy would spend on cab fare. We had been on two dates at this point and he had spent $240.00 on cab fare. Unbelievable. And it would get worse; thousands of dollars would be spent on cab fare over the years.
As with our first date, Lemmy cooked dinner and we watched more movies and talked. I was impressed that Lemmy had so many Shakespeare movies and books, and movies about British history.
Lemmy is so intelligent and of course we all know that he lives on the edge and has for many years, so he is the best of both worlds. A great combination of brainy and rock star: nerd and quick-witted. He loves to watch the history channel and all things Hitler but right there with the intelligent sensitive side is the heavy drinking speed demon that loves to party. He can talk about anything: Music, politics, Sci-fi books, and all things history.
I have always been an “outsider”. A black girl from rural Ohio who loves Shakespeare’s plays and sonnets, Star Trek and all things Sci-fi. And my love of Country music and heavy rock n roll made finding my place in the world difficult. So, Lemmy was my perfect match. We love the same things and really hit it off immediately.
The next day I returned to Pasadena to pack and catch my flight back to Ohio that night at 2:00am. I was so tired that I could hardly stand. On both of our dates I wouldn’t sleep one wink.
I figured at this point that Lemmy had had his fun and that I wouldn’t hear from him ever again. I couldn’t wait to tell my friends who I had met. Who I had had dinner with …Twice!
Back to Ohio
As I relayed the events of my LA trip, all of my friends were in awe. They tried to reassure me that he would not forget me. I was told that he would call, that I had to be patient. Life went back to normal. Hanging out at Ramon’s Nightclub and stripping at Flashdance Cabaret. I felt high from my celebrity encounter. I had had TWO dates with Lemmy from Motorhead. Ordinary life felt better.
Then on January 24th Lemmy called. My stomach started doing that flipping rolling thing of excitement. I just couldn’t believe that he was actually calling me. He was really taken with me and wanted to see me again AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. So, I agreed to fly back out to Los Angeles to visit him.
When we finished our phone conversation, I felt faint. I jumped around and my poor mother thought I was losing my mind. She was in awe.
Of course, she had never heard of Motorhead or Lemmy. I had made her watch Headbangers Ball so that she had a general idea of what his music was like. This only frightened her. She thought that all guys in bands were sex freaks and drug users.
Well…. Ok, she was right…… Right about Lemmy and speed anyway, but she really had no reason to worry about me. She had raised me right. Even though I was such a pleaser, I still could hold my ground when I needed to. Lemmy is not the kind of guy to push any substance onto anyone.
The only time I did speed with him was one-time years later when I just wanted to know what it was all about. Why was he so into this stuff? After watching him do it for so long and he seemed somewhat normal so I said to myself “Why not?” I tried it… and hated it…. just as I knew I would. I talked for hours about God only knows, and couldn’t stop grinding my teeth. It gave me a headache and my stomach was in total turmoil. I decided to stick with alcohol and leave the speed to those who can handle it.
A couple of days after Lemmy invited me to L.A. the phone rang. My Mom answered, and called me into the living room. She said “There’s a Rob Jones on the phone for you.” I said” who is Rob Jones” I don’t know a Rob Jones.” So I get on the phone and its Lemmy’s “assistant” calling to make travel arrangements for my trip. Lemmy never mentioned anything about an assistant and I never really thought about who would make travel plans. I knew that Lemmy was paying so I guess I assumed that I would call the airlines etc. This was really cool; I was dating a guy who had “people”. I don’t think I knew any people at this point in my life that had “people”. You know “I’ll have my people contact your people”. Wow!! Lemmy had “people”.
Arrive in Los Angeles, Lemmy to pick me up in a Long Black Limo
Journal Entry 02/11/1993