A little bit of this and a little bit of that
Hoy se cumplen 25 años de la publicación del mítico disco debut de Type O Negative: Slow, Deep and Hard.
Josh Silver: “Amo ‘Slow, Deep and Hard’, es uno de mis discos favoritos de Type O. Creo que, líricamente, Peter estaba en llamas y eso me encanta. Es pura agresión. La producción es una mierda y es apropiada para el material. Funcionó en su conjunto, el sonido y el material son como un matrimonio. Era diarrea sónica y el nacimiento de una identidad.”
A day like this, 19 years ago, I saw Type O Negative live for the first and only time. Of course it was a Saturday, not a fucking Tuesday. I dread Tuesdays. Anyways. I was in Holland and we were going to the Dynamo festival. I was completely clueless about the band. Sure, I had seen them around on TV and magazines but I always thought they were just a bunch of gloomy weirdos. My cluelessness only goes to prove the authenticity of my experience. There was a legion of people there eagerly waiting to see them. And as soon as they started to prep the stage and dropped the lights, the legion became one body, one soul, one spirit, and it was fixed on that stage, with that band. They took me along with them even before I knew what was going on. It was impossible to be anywhere else but there with them. It was intense. And I was completely sober, mind you.
I miss them so much.
Hoy se cumplen 6 años de la muerte de Peter Steele. Como ya he escrito bastante sobre él y superando todo pudor, esta vez comparto un audio con un pequeño resumen de su carrera que grabé para el podcast de Metal And Rock.
«I called Michael Monroe and Andy McCoy from Hanoi Rocks, and we all disappeared into a strange, intense friendship bonded in death, drugs and self-destruction. Michael would sit around all day, combing his hair, putting his makeup on, taking his makeup off, and then putting it on again.
«You may really be a transvestite,» I told him one day after I went to look for him in the bathroom at the Rainbow, only to discover that he was using the ladies’ room.
«No, man,» he answered as he smeared foundation on his face. «I just like the way I look.»
«But that doesn’t mean you have to use the ladies’ room.»
«I always use the girls’ bathroom,» he told me, «because whenever I use the guys’ room, I get into a fight because someone calls me a fag for putting makeup on in the mirror.»
– Nikki Sixx – The Dirt
Eerie Cris Jukebox 