Unsuccessfully Coping With...

An impromptu post, that for me, must be made. I know this blog is supposed to be about reviews but this post is not a review. Instead this is a post about the passing of one of the greatest metal singers of all time. Mr. Peter Steele of Type O Negative. I became aware of Type O back in 1993 when their album Bloody Kisses was released and they had the two hit singles Christian Woman, and Black No. 1. I was about 13 years old back then, and still new to the metal scene. Needless to say, the bass in Mr. Steele's voice stuck with me. Since 93 I have gone and purchased all their back category plus the albums that have came out since then. I had the pleasure of seeing the band back in roughly, 1999 on the World Coming Down tour with my dad who is also a fan (he hasn't heard the news yet). It was one of the funnest shows I have ever seen. At one point the bands power was blown out. So rather than standing there like a dick, Peter said something to the effect of "Oh well I need to piss any way" and promptly left the stage. Was this just for show? I don't know, but I want to believe that it was. It makes for a great memory. Type O also reminds me of a trip I took once to Phoenix. It was on that trip I managed to buy the Slow, Deep And Hard album. It was on this album (their first release) that I heard my all time favorite Type O song. A track by the name of "Unsuccessfully Coping With The Natural Beauty Of Infidelity". To me that song shows the band at their "playful" best. Plus how can you go wrong with the line "I know you're fuckin someone else". But back to Phoenix...I was staying with a guy in a dingy hotel because his parents were douche bags and didn't want me staying with them (or was it that he was just a dick and wanted to stay in a hotel on my dime...sorry that's a rant for another time). So back to my story, here I was in this cheap dingy hotel, I pop in this album and somehow it all seemed to fit perfectly. The music, the surrounding, the company. Whenever I hear a song off that album, I'm automatically taken back to that time. I could go on for days about all the wonderful memories Type O has given me, but it's late, my heart is heavy and you probably don't want to hear much more. Let me just end with, Everything Dies. R.I.P. Peter Steele.

P.S. Kris did not edit this post, so if there is bad spelling, grammar, etc, it's my fault. I just needed to post this right now, while the thoughts and feelings are still fresh...and the music is rockin \m/