Must have been '91 or '92 and I was playing in Terrafyre, a local band here in Atlanta. We had developed a pretty strong local following as well as having some regional success, so things were popping along nicely for us. Just livin' the life, as it were so when Kathy, the manager of the local concert venue, The Masquerade called that fateful afternoon, it was a day I would never forget. She had the best phone voice in the world and cooed, "Hey Ray, You boys want to open for Motorhead?" I remember not immediately saying anything because not only was this the mighty Motorhead we were talking about but as a bass player, that meant I got to meet Lemmy. "You're damn right we want to. Are you kidding me?" I squeaked and even after she informed me that we wouldn't be paid anything, I reassured her that a free show in front of Lemmy and the boys was quite alright with me (I still had to break the news to the rest of the band, but seeing as how I owned the van that transported our gear, I was sure of my abilities to coax them into it).
  

Come the day of the show, I get my singer Robbie and we're down there early for load- in. Now I'm as fired- up as a guy can be, but Robbie, he's just along for the ride to help with the gear. You know why? Because we're not opening for Van Halen and he likes DLR. So we get the gear in and onto the stage and there it is: the rack that holds Lemmy's basses and man, I am aiming to go over there and paw each one up separately. I get close to that rack when a stage tech rolls up on me and says, "Uh uh. Not happening today, son." Maybe he thought I was just someone that had snuck backstage and was looking to lift something out of the backdoor. Dejected, I headed offstage. So now I'm down for the first count and we've all assembled into the "opening band's dressing room, which was about the size of a bathroom. My guitarist, Ace has arrived, but he's not exactly jumping up and down. After all, we're not opening for Ozzy and Randy Rhodes (R.I.P.) is not in the house, so he's just warming up and making guitar player faces. My drummer, Chuck is also there and he was actually excited because Mickey Dee is playing drums for the 'Head and is a complete baddass. And Chuck's also a baddass, so maybe he and Mickey were going to have a baddass drummer conversation or something. None of this means diddly- squat to me because I'm waiting for "the Man" to show up and it wasn't too much longer before Lemmy made his entrance. He was wearing a blue jean jacket with the sleeves cut off, a pair of beat-to-death blue jeans and white boots. White boots! He rolls into his dressing room, which was basically a big room with couches, tables and such. Nothing fancy, but it did the trick. I waited a few minutes, grabbed a 750ml bottle of Jack Daniels (because I knew Lemmy drank JD), a poster that I had taken off the wall of the hall earlier, a sharpie and headed towards my destiny. I tapped on the door jam and peeked in. Lemmy and Mickey were sitting on a couch talking and they both looked at me. "Yeah?" Lemmy asked and trying to be as cool as I could, I walked into that dressing room with my stuff in my arms and sat down. "Would you guys sign this poster for me?" I asked and stuck out the poster and sharpie. They nodded and did so quietly until Lemmy pointed as the bottle of Jack on the table and asked, "What's that?" I told him that I brought it for him and that it would be an incredible honor to do a shot with him (I was such a fanboy, I know). I think his words were "I b'lieve we can do that" and he grabbed the bottle, twisted off the cap, took a nice, Lemmy- sized swig and handed the bottle to me. I'm sure I must have hesitated for what seemed like an eternity and then I got myself a nice pull as well. I offered to bottle to Mickey, but he shook his head so I re- capped the JD, sat it down on the table, got my poster and sharpie and headed for the door because it was almost time to go onstage. "Thanks Guys- have a great show" I said and walked back to our dressing room. We hit the stage minutes later and I felt like I was powered by a nuclear fusion reactor because we seemed to be all over the place that night. I do recall getting an extra sense of satisfaction because during our set, between all the head- slinging and jumping around, I looked over at the monitor board and there he was, watching us play. That was a damn fine feeling and one of the greatest nights of my Heavy Metal life, so thanks to Lemmy and the band for being so cool to us. Oh, I almost forgot: As to this bass, it's #11 of 60 made and is in absolute collector quality condition, so please feel free to call or email with any questions!