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:	post by Josh Cunt at 2010-04-25 23:40:36

Live Fast, Die Young, and leave a good looking corpse.

This sucks. All of my musical idols are dead now. (well, actually Tony Iommi is still kicking, but close enough....) I love Type O and Carnivore is pretty much my favorite band EVER! Type O Negative is pretty much the only band who's new releases I still look forward and anxiously await. That there will be no more new releases truly saddens me.
Not only was a musical genius, Peter was an awesome person. Pete came out to the AC show at North Six in Brooklyn (the gig where Hirax opened). After the show I went around the corner to Duff's. Duff's does not care about legal bar closing times and iusually keeps things going well past 6am. There's a reason every single band that plays Brooklyn does their post-show partying at Duff's.
I was drinking out on the patio and see Mr. Steele at one of the tables, drinking with a couple of wicked hot chicks. Being a total fanboy geek when it comes to Carnivore I went up to shake his hand and see if maybe he remembered me. We had opened for Carnivore before but that was 10 years earlier. We got to talking and he asked my I was so depressed, especially after such a kick ass show (and we did totally kick ass that night if I do say so myself) I knew some of Peter's drug history and we had hit it off well enough that I felt like telling him the truth. I was in the middle of a dope kick (getting ready for a tour, I don't ever ever go on the road with a habit) and I was at the stage where the dope is all out of my system but my brain hadn't started producing its own endorphins yet, which = massive temporary depression. So Pete basically made it his mission to cheer me up that night. yadda yadda yadda, we were still drinking well after sunrise and it was time for us to go back to Boston. I will never forget how cool he was to me that night. Ended with him giving me his phone# and email in case I needed someone to talk to.
A month later my phone rings and a familliar deep, Brooklyn accented voice asks me if AC wants to open for Carnivore at North Six next month. He called me personally. My teenage, fanboy-nerd side came in his pants. Better than phone sex.
I was still locked up when he died and my girlfriend knew how bummed out I'd be so she didn't tell about it until I got released yesterday so this is new news to me. I am still shocked.

RIP Pete. I bet it'll be an amazing Halloween in Heaven this year.

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