sleep deprivation and stories of my bullshit youth

I’ve posted this up here a long time ago but let me just obsess over it a little bit more.
Like ideally if I could have been at any one of their shows in history, this is the one. Down in front and rocking my head off. Had I been at this show there’s no doubt in my mind I’d have gone backstage for some alone time with Lemmy. Ok so maybe I just laughed after typing that but whatever. I’m also convinced I could have talked him into giving me that Motörhead/Girlschool shirt he’s wearing. That has to be the shirt of all shirts that I’d die to have in my closet. Actually let’s face it, it wouldn’t spend as much time on a hanger as it would on me but I’d still seriously kill to own it. I know there are plenty of vintage Motörhead tee’s on ebay going for $150+ but if only this one would land itself on there I’d buy it in a heartbeat. This is coming from the woman who hasn’t bought a single thing in over two months (unfortunately I spoke to soon on the Demeulemeester sweater which I didn’t end up getting) after my utter disdain for spending + spending was made clear (really all I’ve actually bought was that Motörhead LP on ebay for 10 bucks!).

(shot this inside of one of my records, you can see the shirt a bit better here)

The funny thing here is that I could straight up say that at this point (in the video), Lemmy embodies my ideal man. Then just allow me to say how much my husband reminds me of him, especially at this moment in time. The end result is that, I win.