Sharing Makes It Easier To Deal

Peter Steele's sister Cathy shares a bit of herself ...

Even though I felt she was not going to make it, it was still a shock that Amy Winehouse  died. It was the same shock I felt when my brother Pete died.

I had not heard a voice that sounded like that since I can remember.
She started at the top of her career with that voice. So many voices all in one.

It is so sad how Amy's life turned out, another tragedy in such a short period.

All you need is the predilection, that one tastes, or the soul sickness to become captured in addiction.  I am sure Amy and others with this disease did not start their life aspirations by saying “I want to be an alcoholic or drug addict when I grow up".

Addiction is a horrible, horrible disease. It ravages and takes the souls, minds, emotions, and the spirits of the individuals and has already taken so many creative, inspirational, vulnerable people who succumbed. Diseases of addiction have minds of their own. I know, I have heard it say, "drink it ... snort it ... smoke it"  many, many times.

Recidivisms rate is about 95% with alcoholism and drugs.

Other forms of addiction (money, sex, people, food, love) are a little more successful in helping the recovering individual. Recovery depends on how willing you are to surrender and realizing that you are living to die and dying to live, at the same time.

Some of us know from our own personal experiences what it is like for them and what it is does to us.

To say the least it is torture every day for them and for us...heartbreak and despair.
There are no words to describe what you see and feel for the person you love so much tangled in their own inevitable destruction.

I know in my heart that those around her did not just stand there and watch her decay right before their eyes. Moreover, out of shame and embarrassment she said or did much to push them all away.

I have been on both sides of this deadly disease: twice-in rehabs for multiple addictions (a garbage head) and for other demons like depression, anxiety, self-loath, suicidal ideations and attempts. Finally and fortunately after 33 years of messing around, through rehabs (yea I screamed “I don’t want to go to rehab, I say no, no, no!”), 12 step meetings and getting out of my own way, I’m  lucky to be alive for the last 19 years.

My heart and my soul go out to Amy’s family, friends, and fans like me.

I am sorry Amy did not have the same fortune and divine intervention as I did.

I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest in empathy of her despair and for our loss of her from our world!

There is a special place in the universe for people with gifts such as Amy’s and she will never be forgotten. 

I wish that Amy were here still to share more of her life with us and show us more of what she can do.

My hope is that Amy finds my brother Pete.

Bet is they would have a lot to say to each other.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7C_gjFVm-s&feature=related

With This Pool, You Didn't Need Airconditioning

Pete with sisters Cathy, Pat, Pam 2007 Carnivore Show

I mentioned before that Pete had a pool in the backyard on East 18th Street. It was about 4 1/2 feet to 5 feet high, above ground and round. The backyard was filled with oak and maple trees, so in the summer when there was full leaves on the trees, there was no sun. And man, was that water cold.

Now, being a kid, you know how we are. Cold water means nothing to us. This water, well, even in the hottest of weather, it brought an instant chill to your body. It took hours before you could get used to it, and that was only because you really couldn't feel your toes and legs. But, we all fought to see who could be first in the water on pool opening day.

Every Wednesday we had half a day so that public school kids could go to religious instructions. So, Pete Sr and Peter would open the pool in June before school ended so we could play in the pool on those half days. Peter made it a contest to see who could run off the bus, down the street, into the house, change and jump into the pool first.

So, cousins Nancy, Michelle, Tara, Marie and I would race Peter through the street, screaming and dragging our book bags while trying to outrun him. But he gargantuan long legs would always out run us. We'd try to hit him with our book bags or throw our lunch boxes at him, but still he'd get ahead of us and be in the water waiting with the hose in hand.

I remember he cheated by wearing his swimming trunks under his pants one day, so that all he had to do was strip and jump in. For us, we had shirts, vests, jumpers and shirts to get off, before changing into our bathing suits and running out the back door before Nettie realized we were in the house.

One Wednesday when Peter got in the pool first, he wet down the porch with water, knowing full well we were going to be running from the porch and jumping in the water. But because it was wet, we all slipped and piled ontop of each other, skidding into the water in a lump of girls. After getting kicked in the face by Michelle stepping over me, Nancy, Michelle and I took Peter down into the water to drown him for being .... well ... a boy ! And all he could do was laugh and tell us how stupid we looked all clumped up as we skidded off the porch. I think he laughed all day.

Howard Stern Show Talking about Peter's death
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8PLYEqQitk&feature=related

Why Is 27 The Magic Number To Lose People

In light of our discussions last week, I think it's fitting that we digress a little from our usual banter and make reference to another troubled artist lost this weekend:

Though I have never been a fan of her music, (Pete's sister Cathy does)  I sorta liked her "do it my way" style. And, any 27 year old spiraling out of control and ending up dead is a tragedy ... I just wish she realized how special she was ... without drugs and alcohol. While we are just speculating, at this time we don't know what caused her death.

It makes sense to note that the late great Kurt Cobain, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Kristen Pfaff (of Hole), Robert Johnson (blues artist), Brian Jones (Rolling Stone) all share Amy's death age as well as troubled past.

I wonder if it's a coincidence or an age that young troubled artists stress over that ultimately leads to the point of no return.

http://hubpages.com/hub/Infamous-Eleven-Rock-Stars-Dead-at-27

TON Covered Britney? Say It Isn't So ...

From Carrie Schwarz ~CreepyGreenGirl13
Much love, adoration, and respect
Thank you so much to the Ratajczyk family for sharing all your memories of Peter, and for taking the time to listen to us fans. You are so wonderful to us, and we are forever grateful!

It was at a Horror Convention in New Jersey back in August of 1998. I bought a ticket for a meet and greet with Peter, which included a black and white photo for him to sign. I waited nervously in line for which seemed like an eternity. Next thing I know, Peter is gone and the people who were still in line were dispersing. There was a security guard nearby so I asked him if Peter was coming back (thinking maybe he was taking a break). The security guard replied that he didn’t think so and that he thought Peter was leaving. I told the security guard that I had paid for a meet and greet and wondered if I could get my money back. He says hang on a minute and walks away & goes behind a gate and curtains.


I'm thinking ok, he is going to ask someone if I can get a refund? He comes back out and says, come with me. I'm thinking wow, maybe I shouldn’t have said anything, its not a huge deal if I don’t get a refund. Next thing I know there stands Peter... I was in AWE. I remember we exchanged Hello's and hugs. I felt bad and didn’t want to take up his time. I had taken my October Rust cd for him to sign, but I didn’t ask him to sign it or the photo I had bought because I didn’t want to be a pain in the ass!


But I quickly told him what a musical genius he was, and what a masterpiece October Rust was and how much the band and the music meant to me. When I was telling him this, I remember feeling like he was really listening to me. He was so humble and sweet and thanked me. What I said to him seemed to mean a lot to him. I will never forget this day as long as I live.

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This gorgeous artwork was done by ANGELA

I CAN'T DECIDE WHICH ONE I LIKE BETTER

BOTH ARE RADIANT & GORGEOUS !

Thank you Angela for allowing us to share your work with the world

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 Ha ha ... someone is claiming this is TON.
Personally, I can't imagine Peter would do anything this boring .... Thoughts? 
http://themetalofhonor.com/2011/07/21/is-this-really-type-o-negative/

Getting Into The Weekend Stretch

Thanks again for ALL of your WONDERFUL comments to yesterday's post. It took me a while to put it up and it took Marie a while to put her feelings into words, but I think that its a subject that affects practically every family. Drug addition. A disease that destroys lives.

Thank you Isa from Germany for Introducing me to this Polish Artist: Beksinski

On this blog, many of you shared enormous things about yourselves. From people from other parts of the world  sharing their own personal demons ... to the reader in PA having a sister in FL who was arrested for possession ... to the girl who had to change her identity to be able to get a job in another state ...  to the guy who told us that he hated himself so much that he wanted to die. You guys are so giving of your personal info and stories to us ... it makes it easier to exhale and know we are with good people.

Now, I'm not that kind of person who judges. Hell, my mother taught us about the acceptance of various lifestyles. We know that some people get on perfectly well in life dabbling a little in this or weekend partying in that. That's not what we are saying here. Sometimes no matter how much you want someone to stop abusing themselves, it's just not time for them yet. Interventions are usually the start of the downward spiral. Rarely are they the catalyst that makes you want to stop.

While I'm on this subject, I ask lawmakers and the medical profession to figure out ways in which families can legally keep their drug addicted loved ones in programs. Why is it that their has to be a court-appointment before someone pays attention to this person's ruined life. Why do we have to wait till a person becomes a danger to him/herself before a family can get assistance. Whose rights are we really protecting here? What good does that do when there are so many drug overdoses and deaths?

As Marie noted in her post yesterday, that Peter had accomplished sobriety, I think of the shock and wonder we all had when we heard of his death. While we knew in our hearts he had overcome his addiction, just like some of you, we wondered, was it a relapse? In the case with Peter, his autopsy revealed that he was clean and sober -- no legal or illegal drugs in his sytem and absolutely no trace of alcohol.

I guess that a man who set out to accomplish so much, and who made a huge impact in his industry and on his fans, left this world after making a personal accomplishment that saved his soul. Too bad he didn't get to enjoy it for very long. Hopefully, Peter Steele is enjoying something more amazing in another time, place, galaxy or altitude.

Now this is a weird mix. Thoughts:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPn70UuH_KI&feature=fvsr

You Know You Have A Drug Problem When ...

A great comedian Robin Williams once said,

"You know you have a drug problem

when you are spending $50,000 a year on snacks !"

I have to admit, I hesitated about posting this piece today by Peter Steele's niece Marie (ha ha .. got it right this time Patty ! ).

Why? I guess it's a sore subject. For the blog, I'm constantly trying to find the boundaries between privacy and memories. Our biggest critics are people who wonder why this blog was created. Are we just airing Peter's dirty laundry or is this a place to talk about memories, feelings, and truths, while keeping a legacy alive? I think I can speak for the sisters and family when I say it's about healing. We are not here to get our 15 minutes of fame like so many others who write on FB about their 'relationships' with Peter. This blog is here to give readers a little glimpse into the background and personality of a conflicted man ... who could be ANY MAN (or woman) -- but in this case, he is the legendary Peter Steele ... (Darcie).

L to R: Peter, Cathy, cousin Susan, Barbara, niece Michelle

Taken at Aunt Pinky's house 1975



So, for this post, I'll have to defer to Marie, as it's her story, and this blog is here to allow people to share:

So alot of people have been asking about Peter's past problems with drug's and alcohol. This to me is a heart wrenching matter. You have to understand. Peter as a teenager occasionally drank, a little here and there! He never like smokers (used to complain to me all the time to quit). Never touched drugs...Until a girlfriend introduced him to it!!!



First it would be: "Please baby..just do a little with me"  Then it went to being up all night long, not eating, not sleeping..etc.  That was the worst! Some people can do the occasional drug here or there. But other people get addicted. 

We lived down the street from my grandparents house where Peter lived downstairs. When Pete was at his worst he would call me at all hours of the night with freaky thoughts. He used to call me and tell me someone was watching him ... or that his house was being watched ... that people were lurking in the bushes or that his cats had bug's crawling on them and now they were crawling on him.

So, I would walk over there and check it out. Nothing. And I would think to myself, what is he talking about? It doesn't sound like Peter.

But, at his worst, I found him in his apt with the windows covered in foil. His computer was covered in foil. When I asked him why, he said it was to block the sound waves coming into the house.

Then he would have me search his cat's for bugs. I would be there for hours. The whole time his mind was racing with thoughts..Ideas..Facts..Knowledge. He would open a history book and talk about some point. Then a math book and show me calculations he was doing to solve some world problem. Then  would go over the periodic chart with me. 

Believe me, my uncle was a genius to begin with. The drugs enhanced his thought process 100 times more.

As a family (and countless wonderful friends/bandmates) we did interventions on Pete. If you've ever been involved in an intervention, you know how sad it is. We would tell him how much we loved him. How much we needed him to be in our lives. How much we cared for him. How much the drug had distorted his mind. For the longest time, no matter what we said or did, it didn't matter to him. He turned on himself and it was an awful, helpless thing to watch.

After a long, awful, horrible journey to first get him help, then to witness and support him getting better, he finally overcame the drug and alcohol addiction. I knew he was strong. We all knew he could do it. AND HE DID. But just as life is complicated enough, when he did overcome and was ready to move on, he was taken from us. I'am so proud to call him my Uncle everyday of my life.  --  Marie.

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Darcie's Note: I believe it's important that the medical community find ways to work with families who are trying to help their family members or spouses get clean. During our long process of trying to help Peter achieve sobriety, a million medical and legal doors were slammed in our faces -- until Peter's drug induced behaviors became a real danger to himself and other people. It shouldn't have been that way.

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I saw this really long article and interview with Pete that I thought I'd share. I was trying to find interviews where Peter talks more in depth about Elizabeth (so I can post them here) and we can answer some questions about their relationship. If anyone has any suggestions on articles done about her, leave it in the comment box - gracias (Darcie)

http://www.ink19.com/issues/october2003/interviews/peterSteele.html

Beach Vampires in Training

We are the type of family that enjoys doing things together. We plan dinners together. Go on trips together. Vacation together. Plan museum trips. Go to see free concerts in Coney Island. Like many families, there were a lot of us, and we continue to be each others best friends. I see at least a few cousins several times a month. I speak with my sister almost daily. And, when when Summertime came around, just about every week, we'd get everyone together and go to the beach. That's 30 of us, piling into cars and going down to Brighton Beach Bay 5 (it's the one with the parking lot).

Pete and his signature smirk

Nettie, Pete's mom, would make gallons of family Iced Tea (a big secret recipe punishable by never getting another glass), pot loads of meatballs and sauce, her famous 'crusher' sandwiches, and a load of other goodies. Pete's sisters, aunts and uncles, cousins, their kids would all meet at Nettie's house, getting everyone into their bathing suits and waiting for Pete Sr. to get home from work.

We'd almost never leave the house before 3:00pm to get to the beach. Most usually, it was closer to 4:00pm. Nettie would say that we couldn't go anywhere until the men got home from work, but even on weekends, we never got to the beach any earlier. Nettie never liked to sit in the sun. She usually had an umbrella with her and preferred to swim when the sun wasn't directly on her. So, when ever other family was packing up to go home from the beach. We were just arriving ... all 30 of us. Most of us had no suntans ... we were like beach vampires ... light skinned water loving monsters.

We'd take up a huge section of the beach and all the kids, Pete Sr and Peter would go into the water. Peter's father was a lifeguard so he would swim out far, past the rocks and just tread water for a long time. Peter, Nancy, Michelle, and I would swim out after him. It was especially thrilling when the beach lifeguards went home and Pete Sr. and Peter would allow me to stay out really far with them. I loved not being able to feel the ground beneath my feet. Peter would tease me that sharks were going to bite my toes, but he promised he wouldn't let them get more than one toe, maybe only the pinky toe, because no one really needed pinky toes.

Then when I couldn't stand the thought of losing toes to sharks, Peter would swim back in with me so I wouldn't be frightened. Then he'd swim back out to his father. We'd stay at the beach late, till the sun was going down (or a lightening storm was brewing). We'd eat warm meatball sandwiches (sometimes crunchy with sand in it - yuk), oatmeal cookies  and drink ice cold tea sitting on our blankets. We were usually the only people on the beach. I loved those days !

I still get down to the beach late afternoons at least a couple of times a season to spend an evening eating dinner and watching the seagulls on the beaches of Coney Island (West 27 Street). As my husband and I are walking onto the beach, droves of sun worshippers are coming off. The sun is less harsh, the water a little cooler, it's so peaceful and it brings me back to simplier days when all I cared about was how long we could stay in the water and if my aunts would let me help make a sandcastle with them.

By the way, when Nettie died in her 80s, she didn't have one single wrinkle. Good genetics or never a sun-tanned face? Who knows, but everyone always thought she had a face lift, even her doctors, and she never did.

Blind Men Don't Leave the Pool

Keeping with my Summer pool theme I wanted to share another day at the pool story.

We were in West Islip at Pete's sister Nancy's house which was on a private street near the bay leading to Fire Island. It was a hot Summer day - degrees in the 90s ... the concrete surrounding the pool was hot on our feet ... the pool water was a refreshing 80. We had been in the pool since 10am - all of us - neices, uncles, aunts swimming and playing our usual games.

Pete decided we should play "Blind Man's Bluff" which to you younger people is similar to "Marco Polo" but no one says anything out loud. The "blind man" closes his/her eyes, goes into the deepest part of the pool and counts to 10 underwater, while everyone moves away from that person and remains silent. Then the "Blind Man" swims around the pool hoping to grab a person and tag them. Then, that person is "it."

We only have a couple of rules. No running out of the pool. No hurting the blind man. No peeing in the pool. And no cheating. Which of course, I always cheated, because I could see under the water with my eyes open. So, Peter decided that because he couldn't trust any of his neices to not cheat, he demanded the "blind man" wear a bandanna over their eyes.

Peter was notorious for breaking the cardinal rule of getting out of the pool and jumping on you when it was your turn to be the "blind man." We could never do anything about it, but it was frustrating that he cheated like that.

I remember it was my turn to be "it," so I went to the middle of the pool, counted to 10 and started swimming in a random pattern hoping to hear someone moving in the water or struggling to get away from me. I felt someone tickle my toes so I swam down to grab them. Turned out to be Peter.

Peter loved to be the "Blind Man" because one of the youngest cousins would start to giggle or make some sort of noise and he'd get her.

But this time, we already had a pact between the neices that when Peter was the "blind man," and he was counting to 10, we'd all very quietly get out of the water and make the water splash a little with our feet on various areas around the pool. It was about 5 minutes of Peter racing around the pool grabbing at imaginary things before Michelle jumped directly on his head. That was it. He was mad that we played this trick on him. He bolted out of the water, grabbed Nancy, Tara and Marie in one large arm grasp and pushed them into the pool. Then, as he was running for me around the diving board, he burnt his feet on the concrete and did a belly wop into the pool.

He swore he would never play with us again ... but he did ... every time we were all together in the pool.
But, when we did play, he'd go back over the rules, as if it was the first time we were hearing them:

No out of the pool

No hurting the blind man

No cheating

No peeing in the pool


PS: I think we all peed in the pool !

Take The Monster Down

Being in the pool this Summer has been a painful reminder of missing Peter. While I spent the day at Peter Steele's neice Nancy's house, with Pete's other neice Marie, Marie's daughter Tristan, her fiance Ty, our mother, Pat (Pete's sister) and Pete's grand-neice Siobhan. While playing a game of Punch Ball/Dodge Ball in the pool, I couldn't stop thinking of the days gone by. While Tristan was jumping on me, trying to get the ball out of my arms,  and Ty pulled my feet out from under me, I remember Summers when we'd play, "Take the Monster Down."

And who do you think was the MONSTER?

It would be all of us in Nettie's cold pool in the backyard on East 18th Street. All the neices - Nancy, Michelle, Tara, Marie and I - and Pete with a cheap blow-up ball. First, if we couldn't throw him in the pool, he'd cannonball jump into it. Then it was a game of who could get the ball away from him, while he tried to drown us, or run in circles with five little girls trailing behind him grabbing at his feet or accidently scratching him with our fingernails. He'd use his big hands to hold us back by our heads, as he screamed and we chased him.

And he trained us well. From the time I was 5 yo, till just a few years ago, Pete played this game with us. Of course, as we got older, he had a harder time with us.

I remember one time, we were all at Nancy's pool. All the neices and Pete playing dodge ball, which quickly grew into  "Take the Monster down." Pete was standing in the middle of the pool - the deepest part - on his flat feet holding the ball high over his head with one hand. So, figure the ball was about 7 feet high. Marie and Tara had managed to climb on top of him, with Tara trying to climb up to his shoulders. He kept one hand holding onto the the blow up ball, and the other he used to push Marie off of him. Nancy and I swam under the water to bite his ankles. Michelle I believe was able to get the ball from him by cannonballing almost ontop of him, he lost his balance and dropped the ball. Then we fought each other until one of us got it. Peter easily grabbed it away with one long arm and ran out of the pool with it. I remember being yelled at by my mother for screaming so loud, but by then we were all in a fit of laughter, while we chased him around the pool till he jumped back in. 

The best part of all this is we were all adults ... acting like silly kids ... enjoying the day with our Uncle Monster.

Peter Steele Is Her Aria in Green

Fellow blogger and Peter Steele fan, Kay Irvin would like to share her poem with the family of ForTheLoveOfPeteSteele blog

 

Kay notes, "I always loved the Type-O-Negative version of Summer Breeze but I didn't know about the band. After Peter passed ... I read about them and discovered other songs that I really enjoyed. I found interviews and clips ... your brother was a very kind man. (it comes through).  I was shy to write ... but wanted to send you something I wrote (below) ... lyrics/poetry ... it's also a post on my blog. Thank you for your blog ... you and yours are incredibly generous to share private memories with everyone."

 

 

This photo is so spooky to me. Peter seems like he's made of wax here.

 

Aria In Green

 

Green light, green dreams come to rock me to sleep
Your memory comforts me, ease me deep
Such brightness can never really be gone
Haunting bass and baritone echoes on

Release what's inside, I know you were right
I can still hear your voice in the night
Sending .... "Laugh, cry, challenge reality."
Oh, the green man brings luminosity

Be an open book, I know you were right
I can still feel your presence in the night
Suspended in dusk, touch of Halloween
Oh, rocking mist come aria in green

A thousand candles, a thousand windows
Green dreams come swaying and the green light glows
Lyrical flickering reflects to fly
Softly ... a tall, winged shadow passes by

(c) Kay Irvinhttp://kayirvin.blogspot.com/

 

 

A Special Thanks to our friend Petra for posting this on her FB

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zJW4WRvwWKs&feature=youtu.be

Kat Bjelland Babes in Toyland featuring Peter Steele

 

Don't Listen To Track # 3

The best part of being a family member or a gf of a musician, is from time to time you get mentioned on albums/cds or you get songs written to  you.  In my younger days, my musician bfs would write beautiful love songs about me (which I treasure). As Peter Steele's neice, I've been thanked from a stage, in artwork and on their cd.

But imagine Pete's father's reaction when he and Nettie were thanked for the Carnivore album:

I think we need to remind you that while Peter's dad was proud of him, he didn't understand the music. He came from a world (30s, 40s, 50s) where music illustrated the loves and your life. He didn't quite get "Jesus Hitler" or "Thermonuclear Warrior." So when Peter came in to show his parents his album (I was sitting in the kitchen) Peter Sr. looked at the cover, admired the drawing and turned it over to see his  special thank you. He smiled at Peter and opened the record to see the song list and asked, " Is this what I've been listening to for the last year."

Nettie, who favored anything her son did, was looking at the album, offering congrats, praise and hugs. Until Pete Sr. started reading off the song titles ... "Angry Neurotic Catholics," "Race War," "Predator," ... He wouldn't even utter "S.M.D." but he did look like he wanted to kill his son. I remember both of Peter's parents telling Pete he was going to go to jail for writing such filthy words and that people were going to think he was a bad person.

I know I was told to leave the room at some point, but Peter just smiled hugely. Told his parents that it was his creative expression and to not worry about anything. While he stormed out of the house, he threw me a copy of the album and said, " Here you go. You should probably listen to it when your mom isn't around. And don't listen to track #3.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBkA8AW4OWY

Peter's Spoiled Children

Many of you have asked about an update on Peter's surviving children, his cats - OJ, Weena, Sexy and Nixon. At the moment, they are enjoying their life in a sprawling ranch house with a sunroom in NJ with Peter's sister, Pam.

Weena in Peter's Kitchen

Not counting Peter's childhood cat, Venus, he was father to Grizzelda (Grizzy), Sexy, Sharpton, Weena, OJ, Tito and Nizon. Peter's cats were usually children of other family cats, or rescued kittens that he found on the street starving with no mother cat around. It's a family trait to love animals and care for them like children. Grizzy and Sharpton died several years ago and were taken care of by Pete's neice Marie and the vet she worked with, Dr. Montello (in Marine Park).

The day Peter died, ironically, his cat Tito died that morning. Peter loved all his children, but had a special connection to Tito. You can imagine our trauma when we found out that Tito died in the AM and Peter died in the PM. Weird connection ... I don't know.

The day following Peter's death, his sister, Cathy, myself, Marie and Nancy went to his apt to collect his cats. They were hiding on an upper top shelf in the livingroom closet. Since Marie was a vet tech, she had equipment to trap the cats. Because they were traumatized and hungry, it took Marie and Cathy 3 hours to  grab them and get them into safety -- with Marie covered in cat scratches -- a small price to pay. Peter's sister, Pam graciously adopted Peter's cats and we buried Tito's remains.

RIP Tito

Many of Peter's friends and ex-gfs asked to adopt Peter's cats, but since they are the only children Peter has, we wanted to keep them in our family. Between vet care, food, upkeep, and litter, they have become expensive kiddies, but it's a labor of love from his sister.

Peter Steele Wasn't Born With Those Fangs ...

Ok, so it's really common for family and friends to call you for recommendations of dentists and doctors. Everyone experiences this. But when sister Pat's family dentist Dr. Wasserman called one day to talk about his appointment with Pat's brother, she couldn't believe her ears.

Pete called his sister one day and told her he had a need for a dentist. He told her he had a problem with two of his teeth and needed to see a dentist about this - but he didn't know any dentist who could help him with this problem. So Pat gave him her long-time local dentist Dr. Wasserman's phone number because he was close to our home and located near Avenue M in Brooklyn. Pete didn't exactly disclose the "tooth problem" he was having, and Pat didn't ask.

But then about a month later, Dr. Wasserman called Pat very perplexed. He thanked Pat for her recommendation to her brother Pete, but he worried about Pete. Dr. Wasserman said he didn't understand the new world of rock and roll, but he understood that Peter wanted to do something to his teeth that the doc didn't understand why.

Now, Pat just assumed that when Pete said he had a tooth problem, he was talking a cavity (though up till his 20s he had never had a cavity). What she didn't realize was Dr. Wasserman's call was more about fear of what Pete's mother or sister would do to him if he carried out Peter's request for FANGS to be implanted into his mouth.

But, ultimately, not only did Dr. Wasserman end up creating fangs for Peter, he was thanked on a future album, which he proudly displayed in his office, until he retired.

As for Peter's new fangled fangs, well, it was a shock when he first showed them to us. Actually, we were eating together, and when he smiled, I saw the fangs and I reach out and touched one and let out a scream. . He smiled wildly, did his nervous laugh and growled. Then thrashed his teeth and said," For better to eat you my dear" (referencing grandma and the big bad wolf). I wasn't there when he showed his mother, but I can only imagine the look on her face that he would do something so permanent to his teeth.

For years, Dr. Wasserman referred to Pete and the family as the vampires because in his mature mind, he couldn't understand why anyone would want fangs. To Wasserman's dental credit, he had to be convinced to create the fangs. Peter told him he had spoken to several other dentists and he couldn't find anyone who would do it.

Peter's Inner Circle

It's no secret that when bands form, it's usually made of a group of friends who liked each other, enjoyed jamming and decide to do something with their extraordinary connections. In most cases, early on in a band's life, it's friends who are the basic members.

In Northern Lights, Hot Ice, Fallout, Pete's bandmates were his closest friends. It was the guys who he ate with, played ball with, picked up girls with, hung out with, etc. In early Carnivore, Pete's first guitarist was Stan Pillis, a HS friend who Pete had shared a class with. Later, TON was comprised of a combination of his closest friend, and then friends of friends, which eventually led to a long-term partnership that we know as The TON years.

If you look at the later incarnations of Carnivore, Pete hired his friends to do the tours with him. When he had a new project or an idea, he looked to bring people into the mix with him --  in many cases to help them with a new career aspirations --  or just because he knew they needed the money. Then, he would do his best to align those friends with other business associates so that they could make their own connections in his world, which he was happy to help pave the way for these important introductions.

It's no wonder that roadies of his early bands where the bandmates' friends ... many of whom Pete kept with him through all the other bands.

It was no different for me. After jail and through the sobriety era, when Pete had an idea for a new project or an aspiration of something bigger, he reached out to those closest. For several years we discussed a couple of project ideas - with me giving him my advice from my side of the publicity world - to him sharing his music world knowledge and us discussing the possibilities of collaborating. When he wanted a personal assistant, he came to me first and I tried to hook him up with some ideas (then he hired his other neice Marie). When I was laid off after 9/11, he wanted to hook me up with some band managers he knew to help me get a job in his world. And when a variety of his friends wanted to publish books, he sent them along to me for advice ...

I was lucky to meet Jenn Rose, a talented writer and photographer who has been a friend for many years because of Peter making the connection for me.  I love her Gothic photography, which I hope to be able to show sometime soon on this site. She is just one of the caring, creative inner circle people I've gotten a chance to meet and befriend.

Thank You "Anonymous" For A Peter Steele Reminder

I usually thank the readers of this blog on Saturdays for their amazing contributions of art, song, poetry, personal stories. I'm breaking my own pattern for a moment to thank "anonymous" for posting the link to a Times Union piece that reminded me of the compassion of Peter Steele.

I believe this is a promotional photo done of Peter.

I found it on TON memorial site

When you think "rock star" an image arises in your mind of a priviledged musician who would shake your hand as you are buying their cd, but may not look you in the eye or acknowledge your existence. I've been to hundreds of 'meet & greets' for various rockstars and have witnessed this phenomenon. The 'meet & greets' are a necessary evil -- esp for newer bands who are trying to connect to their audience. It's rare that a star will make eye contact ... it's even more rare when they look in your eye, shake your hand, ask you about your life and hand you their phone number. But this was Pete. Many a tour, he'd come home with scraps of papers with notes that he took while on tour. Notes about interesting people he met. Phone numbers of artists he talked with or saw their work. I know, because he'd ask me to write it up for him.

For the people who never met Peter, I want to say that the link to the article about Peter hugging a wheelchair bound fan is not an unusual thing for him. He wasn't the type of guy who was only concerned about a person while the camera's were rolling. He was the type of guy who graciously thanked his fans for supporting him. When he met people, he asked about THEIR  life and THEIR job. Whether the person was an artist, fellow musician, construction worker, soldier, writer --  he was genuinely interested in knowing about who that person was and was appreciative that they took time from their lives to buy a ticket to see him.

In fact, during these chance meetings, there were many people who would say that they were unemployed, or that they had career aspirations that they couldn't accomplish. In those cases -- and I've heard, seen and witnessed thousands of times -- Peter offering his heartfelt advice or help to them. If you became friendly with him, he'd include you in his circle of business associates. From AA mentors to friends of friends to family members, if Peter felt something for you, he wanted to help bring you into his circle. He wanted you to be successful.

How many rockstars have you met that offered you their phone numbers and gave you their home addresses so you could "pop by" when you are in town? That's the kind of guy he was ...

(My apologies to referring to Peter as a "rockstar" in this blog. Pete would have rolled his eyes & ordered me to take this out of the posting if he was here. The problem is, I can't figure out another title for him. Maybe artist extraordinaire? )


http://blog.timesunion.com/marshall/a-lighter-side-of-peter-steele-1962-2010/410/#comment-12141

How Can I Feel Loss For Someone I Never Met?

Thank You to Tricia Diaz

 for putting into words the loss she feels for Peter ...

Even though she never met him ...

even though no one understands how she feels.

This sketch is by "Face In The Sky"

Peter's voice moves me. Still, to this very day, I hear his voice and it hits me in this spot, that brings back all these feelings, experiences. Not painful at all, but refreshing and mysterious, a snippet of where I came from. Almost like a recharge of my batteries.

I hear his voice, and if I close my eyes, I feel like I can breathe it in, like his rumbling voice is right in the middle of my lungs, stomach, heart. Like he is there, still there, somewhere.

Sometimes I feel so sad, thinking about how such a great talent, and beautiful voice, is gone. But I didnt know him... I never saw them live, had never been to a show in the past, but the thought of the missed opportunities hurts. I feel like I shouldn't feel such a loss, I am not his family, friend, I have never known him outside of the music I heard, the articles I read. But I do feel the loss, like I had lost one of my own.

I really wish I could have seen Peter sing once, live. So I could feel his voice in my lungs, stomach and heart again, and just bask in that energy.

.... I am sure it seems really strange, I just feel like I need to share with someone how I miss Peter. I feel telling the people in my life – they wouldn't understand my grief for someone I didn't even know.

Thank you for letting me share.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMOSeBqs-X0&feature=grec_index

We're Off-Road Kind of People

If you've had the pleasure of seeing Pete drive his car on Brooklyn's streets, I'm sure you heard the heart-stopping Mack Truck horn -- quite possibly you were one of those sorry ass pedestrians who had to jump out of the way when Pete decided to make a side road to the main road -- or, maybe you were a passenger?

I like the way Pete is casually lounging on the Cross behind the guys.

While Peter shared lots of things with us, he didn't take us for joy rides in his tank. If we were lucky enough to get asked to an event with him, or to go to Duff's, then we got an opportunity to ride in the passenger seat. The car was set aside for expressing himself and  impressing people -- not for his little neices to be seen with him in his chick magnet car.

The last time I rode in the car with Pete, I felt the seat belt wasn't enough to hold me in. I used my feet to brace myself for the hair pin stops and my arms held tightly to any possible part of the seat, while Peter zipped in and out of traffic lanes laughing wildly when I screamed and saw my life pass before me. But the looks we got. Trucks honked, cars tried to ride besides us to get a glimpse inside, girls hung out their windows to flirt openly with Peter in the front. When Pete hit a red light, he kept on moving ... gliding onto the sidewalk to get around cars in the lane infront of him. It put a whole new meaning to the whole "off road" experience alright.

But pulling up to Duffs was like being a guest on the red carpet. There was always a crowd hanging outside. When Peter drove up, people knew exactly who he was. They parted and let him walk though, shaking hands and allowing kisses (from women) as he strode through.

While Pete gave me some car rides I won't soon forget, it's a family thing. Pete's sister Cathy used to take the neices to an area in Starret City Brooklyn that had a HUGE hill and dip in the road in the middle of nowhere - no side streets so we didn't have to worry about cars getting in the way.  We'd pile in the car with her and she'd speed down the street, up the hill and try to make the car jump over the Huge dip in the road. Sometimes we'd made it, but more often the car would smash down and we'd all be screaming and begging her to "Do It Again Aunt Cathy."  It always reminded me of Dukes of Hazzard driving.

When Pete's sister Pam came into town, she drove a VW Beetle. It was the perfect car to drive down small paths where regular cars couldn't get to. Peter, Nancy, Marie and I would pile into Pam's car and go for a drive to the car wash first and then to Prospect Park. She'd take the car onto the horse paths which led to the pedestrian path and before you know it we'd be driving down staircases and going around the lake. We are very "off road" kind of people, I guess.

Ahh the memories.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Ye4-7QOz1k&feature=related

If You Were Short ... You Couldn't Drive Pete's Car

Apologies to my brother-in-law Mark in advance ... but this is too precious not to share:

When Peter wasn't working on his car or repainting it, he would bring it to a garage where his friends would do some work on it.

Peter's neice, Marie's husband is Mark. One day, Pete called the house and asked if someone could go to the garage and pick up his car for him. Mark was home so he said yes and took a bus to the garage, got the keys and went to the car.

Now, I think here I have to explain that while Peter was 6'7", Mark is about 5'7" tall. Peter hovers a full foot at least over Mark.

Peter with Mark and Cathy in Staten Island

So, Mark opens the car, and crawls into the seat. His feet didn't even come close to the pedals. He couldn't even reach the steering wheel. He gets back out and tries to adjust the seat, but it won't budge because the seat is soddered to the floor. Mark gets back into the car and sits on the tippy edge of the seat and he can almost reach the pedals, but now he can't see over the steering wheel.

Mark doesn't want Pete to be disappointed in him. So, he bent his legs, balanced himself behind the wheel in a crouched, half sitting, half standing position. If he held onto the wheel tightly he could push his right foot onto the gas and brake,  and he could see over the steering wheel. Mark started the car up, and SLOWLY pressed on the gas with his right foot while trying to balance himself with his left while driving the car. If anyone saw him, they would have thought a baby was stealing a giant's car. He rode that way to Pete's house, hoping like hell he didn't have to slam on the brakes because he would have lost his balance and smashed the car. When he pulled the car to the curb in front of Pete's house, Mark could barely get out of the car. The muscles in his legs were so tired from being in this weird position, and his arms and neck were stiff from trying to balance himself and drive.

We always wondered if Pete was playing a joke on Mark, knowing full well that he was NEVER going to be able to drive his car. How Peter laughed when Mark told him how he drove the car. Then, whenever Pete saw Mark, he would hum and sing the words to "Short People" as a constant reminder of the adventures of Mark and Pete's Mad Max car.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBrAh3OyYnI&feature=related

Here Comes Mad Max ... Otherwise Known As Pete Steele

Many of you have asked about THE CAR... The Mad Max Car ...

In the late 80s, Peter bought a car that he completely stripped off the chrome, pulled off the bumpers and replaced them with large wooden planks. He painted the car a black flat paint, and spray painted his own symbols on it. He mounted large bright lights onto the top of it, so if someone dared to put their brights on him from behind, they were blinded by his super bright spots. He installed a truck horn so you knew to get out of his way when he was driving.

The inside of the car was completely gutted. He dismantled the dashboard so you could see the bar bones. He pulled off the inside of the doors, till he exposed only the raw metal. He removed the back seats and rigged the front seats so that you were almost sitting on the floor with the seat locked in a position where the back seats used to be. There was no cushioning on the roof. Only the seats were comfortable. Everything was bare, gray colored, and very Mad Max looking.

The Car went through various stages of decor ... First he painted it Black. Then it became the signature Green. Then it was painted camouflage. Then it was painted black again with Russian symbols. Then it was repainted with the hazard stripes. Whatever color or design it had, everyone recognized Peter in the car and people would point or wave when he drove down the street.

Driving with Peter in the car ... that's another story for another time ...

Perfect for a giant ... Perfect for Mad Max ... Perfect for Pete Steele

Don't Eat The Tomato Sauce ... Peter in the Kitchen

Ok, we have to fess up. While Peter liked to eat good food, he wasn't exactly the best cook. Or, maybe we should say, when Peter cooked, we would draw straws to see who was going to taste it first. Usually, we could coax the younger kids to try it first because they didn't know any better, but after a while we ran out of guinea pigs.

Pete joking around in his kitchen on East 18th Street

Pete's Famous Bizarre Tomato Sauce

1 can crushed tomatoes
1 large can tomato sauce
3 small cans tomato paste
Water - use the empty cans of paste fill 3 times
5 large garlic cloves
1 T of Cinnamon
1 t of Nutmeg
1/2 cup of sugar
Lots of Pepper
Sprinkling of Salt
And a dash of anything green he could find in the cabinet

Mix together. Cook for 1 hour and serve with spaghetti and meatballs.


Now, I think you see in the recipe that he put Cinnamon and Nutmeg in the sauce. He LOVED this. Everyone else would gag. He would bring his "Special Pot of Sauce" to family functions where he would eat a huge helping of it. To be nice, we'd all put a meatball and sauce on our plates and kid him about "what special and unusual ingredients were in the sauce."

He would say "I made it the way I like it" and we'd giggle behind his back. Pete's sister, Nancy would push the tomato sauce on unsuspecting guests - figuring inlaws and friends of the family who were invited wouldn't utter how awful the sauce was -- they'd either eat it or quietly throw it away hoping that no one would notice. Then after Nancy got rid of the sauce, she'd announce to Peter, "Wow, it's all gone. Too bad I didn't get a chance to eat it." Then she'd grimace and make a kissing gesture up to God.

Wolf Moon Video 2007
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEUSGEkij80

Memories of Those Who Serve

A Big Thank You to Mary Wolfe

For Allowing Me to Post This Georgeous Artwork

In Honor of Americans

Hope you all are enjoying the holiday with your loved ones. In our family, we are proud to be Americans -- a country made up of numerous nationalities -- but that's what makes our country special.

Thank you to all the servicemen AROUND THE WORLD who are away from their families today.

OUR freedom depends on your actions

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S15GHGRpU8E

Autograph session in Babylon NY:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3CCxEWEEUPE&feature=related

Wedding Songs with the Druidess

Athena wanted to share this about Peter:

I wanted to share a story i have, but understand i never met Peter, i would have loved to. But when i was 14 yo, for Christmas 1993 i was given my first copy of Bloody Kisses (I have had to replace it 3 times :))

That started my love affair with Peter and Type O. Also thanks to Peter and Typo O, I was able to make it through high school without killing myself. I was able to drown out the world by blasting Type O.

In 2009, I met my husband, our first date had to be cut short because of the Type O concert he was attending that night, it was October 18.

Then, that fate full day in April when my dark prince, was called to play in Heaven. I was planning my wedding at the time and I then proceeded to change all of my wedding music to all of my favorite Type O songs. Be My Druidess played as my husband and I walked down the aisle after we were married.

Love you to Death played us into dinner and a whole host of other Type O songs played through out the afternoon. 

 Not a day goes by when at some point of my day I sit back and think of Peter, usually its because i am turning on the CD player.

I know its not a great story about meeting Peter, but its a lifetime of influence and love that he gave me. I want to thank you for the opportunity to get to know Peter the way his family knew him.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g58bB_42agI

A Family Tree With Many Colorful Leaves

Top L to R: Michelle, Tara, Peter, Marie

Bottom: Me and Nancy (I am pouting so I must have gotten yelled at)

A lot of you noted that you wanted a "family tree" so you could understand the relationship between the family members who have posted here and others that are talked about. So here we go with the basic family:

So, Peter's creators as he commonly referred to his parents were Annette Pallon and Peter Ratajczyk

Nettie had four sisters: Victoria, Helen, Patricia, RoseMary & two brothers: Thomas and Louis.

Peter had 1 brother: Joseph

Nettie and Peter had 5 daughters: Annette, Barbara, Patricia, Pamela, Cathy. Of course you know the only son was Peter.

Some of Peter's aunts/uncles had children close to the time Peter was born. So, he had cousins Susan and Katie very close in age to him and older cousins who were closer to his sister's age: Steve, George, Peter, Roger. At the same time, Peter's own sisters were having children, so Pete has neices like Nancy and Michelle who are similar in age, and then younger neices like me, Tara and Marie who straddle 6 + more years younger than him.  Just a few years ago, we totalled about 30 family members (which includes wives/husbands/children of the above).

I don't know who started the tradition - it may have started when everyone lived in Red Hook - but every Fourth of July my patriotic family gets together, everyone, bringing along friends and in-laws to a designated house. For years when we were young, we all went to Peter's aunt RoseMary (who we call Pinky) and her husband "Little" Louie's house in Long Island. Here is a photo of Nettie's brother Louie (the one from the song) along with his wife and our aunt Dee dressed up as George and Martha Washington during Fourth Of July. They walked around the neighborhood dressed like that waving the flag. (taken in the 1970s - ignore date on photo)

Then, when Peter's eldest sister, Annette bought a house in West Islip with her husband Robert, we all flocked there. Parties would have between 30 and 45 guests on a given Fourth of July weekend. We would play "Blind Man's Bluff" in the pool, ride aboard a giant inflatable dragon on the Long Island Sound, drive around the neighborhood on Nancy's motorcycle in patriotic outfits, and the older uncles and aunts would light up fireworks while the kids all got sparklers (remember those?).

Pete with his sisters

As you can tell from Pete's expression this was

probably the 10th photo he was forced to stand for,

 in this position with various family members.

He looks like he wants to kill the photographer.

Peter As A Waxed Dummy? He Would Have LOVED That

You guys totally crack me up. Every time I read your comments about how to remember Peter, I'm actually imagining what Peter would say in my head.

I could go for an authorized estate biography, or even some phone apps. I thought it was great that you wanted to create "The Museum of Steele." But then, someone said Wax Figure of Pete and THATS when I could hear Pete's voice in my head telling me all the bad things he would be doing to and with that wax figure if he was alive. Nettie would be decorating the wax figure with outfits and hats. Peter on the other hand would have set fire to it or put it in places that would scare the heck out of an unsuspecting person. Yeah, I could see him getting miles of laughs from a wax figure of himself !
While going through my photos of Summer memories, here are some photos I'd like to share:

When we were off for Summer, most of the neices hung out at Nettie's house while our parents worked. Nettie kept us on a schedule of going into the pool, waiting for the ice cream man, opening the pump so we can go into  the sprinkler, or going to the movies. In the afternoon, Peter had a few faorites to watch on TV before his father got home from work. We'd watch Green Acres and everyone had to sing the song. We'd sometimes watch Lost In Space, and Batman. But an evening favorite of Nettie's and her son, was Laverne & Shirley show. I think Nettie liked it because the lead characters reminded her of the people she knew growing up in Red Hook - working class people - but Peter loved to watch Lenny & Sqiggy because they were complete idiots and their comedic timing was perfect. Peter could imitate anything that Sqiggy said and would use Sqiggy-isms to greet us or just talk like Sqiggy all day, even through dinner, till no one could stand it anymore.  Here is an episode I'm sure Pete would enjoy:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__8fQh04tjo

Peter jamming with his cousins - L to R - Peter on guitar and Roger on drums. Backyard of sister Nan's house in Staten Island.

The Family Historian Has Big Closets

Since we are on a nostalgic bend this week, writing about Carnivore got me, Pete's neice Marie and Pete's sister Pat talking about the early bands -- Hot Ice & Northern Lights. I remember when we got our first t-shirts from Peter. He came into the livingroom with a big box in his arms. Inside were shirts in all our sizes and he handed them out telling us this free shirt required our appearance at their next gig.

Since Pat is the self-proclaimed "family historian," she's the one who keeps the family tree intact, keeps track of lost relatives, and apparently has a huge closet filled with personal items like this shirt:

Pete's sister Pat still has this original t-shirt in her collection of Peter goodies

(I'm laughing while I'm typing this because the iron-on letters are so telling of the era)

This Hot Ice Tshirt seems to be missing a patch or something on the left side of the shirt. Each band member wore the shirt, with the back of the shirt detailing which instrument that person played. So, you can imagine that the back of this shirt had the word "bass" on it. (This design is so mundane, I can't believe Peter had anything to do with it.) It's before he started painting on his jackets and clothing ... It looks like something a little kid would do ...

Pete would wear this shirt often - even when he was older and working around the house, he had it on.

As you can tell the shirts were starting to get better, more creative.

It was sometime between Northern Lights and Fallout that Pete's creativity came out. He started painting jackets, vests, backdrops for shows. He began to dabble in lettering and fonts. Here is a vest that Pete gave to Pat years ago. Pete would wear this vest when he was out with his friends and playing at shows.



While I don't have footage from Peter's early career (too bad right !), here is a memorial video I just saw. Must be recent because the pic I use on this blog is included in the video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZyB4z9DCMI&playnext=1&list=PLC140BFA4E9AC9EA9

Too Late for Apologies

Pete relaxing on floor next to bar at L'Amours Rock club, Brooklyn 1986

I have a couple of regrets when it comes to Peter.

One: I wish I had taken him up on his countless offers to go on tour with him. Especially when he formed TON, he would be getting ready for a tour. He'd ask me, my cousin Nancy and her daughter Siobhan if we wanted to go with him for a few months to Europe on tour. Because of my career schedule, I was never able to do it. THAT would have been an amazing memory ... traveling with the guys ... seeing the music business up close and personal.

Two: That I didn't get to see Peter the last time he played in NY area. I was on a tour with client and unable to get any free nights to see Pete when he was in town. I heard it was a great tour -- with him sober and the band tight -- and I wish I could have predicted it was the last time seeing him live. PS: I'd love to hear more from people who have seen Peter during this time. Peter's ex GF Summer told me Peter looked fantastic and sounded amazing at the show she saw him. My mom and Cathy said the same.

Pete and I behind Aunt Nancy's Summer house on Clam Island 1975

(which I believe is off-shore of Connecticut)

Peter is 13 yo & I am 7 yo

However, I thought I'd share with you what it was like seeing Peter live -- for those of you who never went to a concert. Probably my favorite venues were Hammerstein Ballroom and Roseland because one of these venues had two stages. One where the band played and the other stage (almost like a balcony) where VIP sat, about a six feet above the crowd.

When Peter knew he was playing at a venue in the city, he would leave the info with his mother and then call the sisters to get a head count of who wanted to come to the show. We were all guaranteed a VIP seat if we wanted and of course, Pete would invite us backstage before and after the show so we could give him well wishes and congrats.

Sitting on the balcony stage was the best. You had superior access to seeing the stage and you were high enough to see the mosh pit -- which always intrigued me. When I asked Peter one time (when I was 16 yo) if girls did the mosh pit, he said yes, but there was an excellent chance I'd get hurt or abused. He also said if he saw me there he'd have to jump off the stage and kill people if they hurt me. He wouldn't allow it and I never asked again.

During Carnivore shows, Pete would throw bloody animal parts into the audience, which in turn, would cause a blood bath between the fans. People would be slipping around in the blood on the floor. They'd be throwing pig and cow organs at each other. After a couple of shows, that end-of-the-show favor ended.

TON shows were mostly about the toilet paper exchange. After a few rounds of fan chants of "YOU SUCK," Pete would pull out the toilet paper rolls and start flinging them into the audience, and the fight would begin. Fans would throw them back - causing the streamer effect - trying to hit Peter or the other guys in the face. They'd do the same back at the fans untill the entire place was filled with unrolled toilet paper. Then the lights would come up and it was over.

Note to readers: If you find a video of the toilet paper roll wars from TON's live performances, please let me know.


A big thanks to Leah E. for suggesting this video. It's a fantastic live version of my favorite song, Too Late/Frozen.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BC-4_T7Bts0

The Fighting Won't Stop ... Till We're All Dead

This photo is from a rock club in Brooklyn called L'Amour, in 1986 with the original members of Carnivore.

We spent many Friday and Saturday nites at this club with Peter -- whether we were seeing his band play or bands that he liked and supported.

Check out the details on the double base drums that Louie played. I tried to enlarge this photo so you can see Peter on stage. Enjoy ...

While I don't actually agree with the "archie bunker" reference below about Carnivore's political statements - you have to remember that this is when Peter's sense of humor was developing in his music.

Race War was a song about how historically different nations have fought about the same things. And if it doesn't end, we all lose. Remember how Peter says in the song:  "This is the United States of America and you have the right to hate who  you want. So let's start busting heads."  It's a song that's supposed to make you think about how ridiculous hate is. What it does to people, countries, the world. 

However, I must add, this song became an anthem for Hard Core lovers -- the mosh pit would explode when this song was played.

Peter was fiercely protective of and proud to be an American. He was outraged about 9/11. His father and uncles fought in wars and he was very sensitive to the devotion that American soldiers give to our country. Whenever he was on tour and a serviceman wanted to take a picture with him, he thanked THEM for their service to keep our country safe. He honored them. He asked them what it was like to fight for a war on enemy soil and then come back here. He wanted to know, learn, feel their stories.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNTTzP6CPwI


Here is an excerpt from TG Daily that I saw and had to share with you all:


In fact, this is what a friend of mine always loved about Carnivore's "Retaliation," was that it was "anti-everything." Try to imagine Archie Bunker forming a hardcore band and you'll get the picture.

After Carnivore broke up, their leader, Peter Steele, who wrote all the music and lyrics, formed Type O Negative, and you could hear it picked up where Carnivore took off, but Steele also added in a lot more innovative elements like keyboards. 


They stood out like a sore thumb opening for bands like The Exploited and Motley Crue, because there was nothing like Type O at the time, where there are innumerable extreme metal bands use keyboards today.

http://www.tgdaily.com/games-and-entertainment-features/56859-the-brilliant-madness-of-type-o-negative



Immortal He Remains ...

A Special Saturday Devotion To Peter Steele

Courtesy of Jenifer Bracy

Jenifer was nice enough to share that she photo shopped a favorite photo of Peter with a poem she wrote. While Jen (who comments on the blog as Ink for Blood) never met Peter, she has been a fan of TON for 14 years and Pete's music has been a huge part of her life.

Jenifer was also kind enough to suggest this clear video of Pete singing Black #1 in 1995:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OyQx3OUkFlg