R.I.P. Peter Steele

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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.

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Put on your makeup

“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

Virgos are not that bad, Lemmy!

He (Nik Turner) was in Hawkwind from the beginning too, and he was one of those moral, self-righteous assholes, as only Virgos can be.

– Lemmy Kilmister – “White Line Fever

WE’RE NOT THAT BAD, LEMMY!

You buy the land, you get the Indians

You stick your head above the crowd and attract attention, and sometime, maybe somebody, will throw a rock at you. That’s the territory. You buy the land, you get the Indians.

– David Lee Roth

Juan Perro, perro y viajero

Juan Perro USA Tour

Juan Perro se nos va ya de gira al otro lado del charco y para mí es un placer verlo incluido en las diferentes agendas de conciertos. ¡Que haya suerte, o mucha mierda, lo que vaya mejor!

So the story goes

The story goes they know every detail
The story goes you know the books that I’m in
So the story goes I’ve been self-destructive
Everybody knows that I’m steeped in sin
Everybody knows I’ve got no sense of humour
I’m too morose and too damn peculiar
And the weakness shows

The story goes that I’d give up gladly
Everybody knows a deadman’s prose
Everybody knows that I’ve fucked up badly
I’m just hanging on by the length of my nose
Everybody knows I’ve only got one song
And it’s much too slow and it’s much too long
And this is how it goes

Everybody knows this is some kinda diary
The story goes in some unsecret code
It’s always later rather than sooner
I’m always there when the punch line explodes
The story goes I’ve got the world by the horns
And all this from a well-dressed fawn
And there’s something gone wrong

“A lot of the record,” Rowland sighs, “is about other people’s perceptions of you and how if enough people treat you in a certain way that’s what you become after a while. For years people have described records I’ve made as being depressing, and admittedly I’ve made a lot of melancholic records, but I don’t find records like that depressing. I find Buck’s Fizz depressing… or any music that expresses no humanity. And also I’ve just got tired of the group being viewed as this humourless… thing. There’s always been a lot of irony in the songs; people seem to take so much at face value, so literally, and that’s a shame.” (Guitarist Magazine 1993)