(The post below comes to you from This Belle Rocks. She says it better than I ever could.)
January 4, 1962 – April 14, 2010
An official statement by Type O Negative bandmates and family was posted late Thursday on the band’s website, Myspace, and Facebook pages confirming the April 14 death of singer/songwriter/bassist Peter Steele.
Like many of Peter’s fans, I woke up to this tragic news on Thursday morning, when Starr sent me a message simply stating that reports were coming in that he was dead, and for real this time. (Note: in 2005, a photo of a tombstone bearing the singer’s name, part of which was obscured, and birth and “death” dates was posted on the main page of the band’s website prompting widespread rumors of his demise at that time. This was later revealed as a gag related to the band having signed with a new record label.) My first words back to her were “Reports? Where? Did this happen last night? Because I have not seen ANYTHING.”
I’m a pretty dedicated fan of the band. I check the website often, as well as the band’s fan pages on Myspace and Facebook. And I had literally not seen anything the day before. A trip to Type O’s site didn’t exactly confirm the news, but said to expect statements from the band and family later that day.
Despite condolences pouring in from everywhere, and R.I.P. statuses popping up all over fans’ social networking pages, I still couldn’t quite wrap my head around it. I couldn’t get sad about it. I would continue to hold out hope that maybe it was all a huge mistake until I saw something “official,” and unfortunately, that confirmation finally came.
And to me, it is heartbreaking. I still can’t quite believe it. A beautiful man and tortured soul, he has intrigued me from the minute I first heard his one-of-a-kind, deep, booming voice. Over the years, I’ve read and watched every interview I could get my hands on, and found him to be both smart and funny in addition to being a shamefully under-rated talent. He came across, to me, as sometimes humble, sometimes obnoxious, always opinionated, and devoted to his family – particularly his mother. And all mamas know how wonderful it is to know our children think we’re amazing, and share that with the world!
I never had the pleasure of meeting him, but he’s led me to some of the best people I know. By all accounts (and by this, I mean everyone I personally know who has ever met him), he was a down-to-earth, genuinely friendly man. And few musicians have had quite as much of an impact on me as he has. I feel incredibly lucky to have been able to attend a handful of shows in the past few years, as they are some of my best memories and I will cherish them for the rest of my life.
How is it possible to say goodbye to someone who has made you laugh, made you cry, kept you motivated, kept you sane at times, and who you truly feel played a huge part in making you a stronger and better person….all without ever even having met you?
I don’t think I can. And a part of me still hopes this isn’t true. That he’s just gotten sick of it all and pulled an *Eddie Wilson-esque disappearing act. Regardless, he will be truly missed. And there will NEVER be another like him.
Playlist: I obviously like a lot of the older stuff the most. So I put together just a few of my favorites and ended it, appropriately, I think, with a Black No. 1 “finale”.
1. Set Me on Fire
3. Blood and Fire
4. Wolf Moon
5. Everything Dies
6. Cinnamon Girl
7. Christian Woman
9. Gravitational Constant
10. Love You to Death
11. Black No. 1
*A reference to the movie Eddie And The Cruisers
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