Every now and then a song will come on and I’ll see someone singing along and they light up and know every word and I immediately want to know. Did your mom sing that while she made pancakes? Did your older brother blare it from behind his bedroom door? Did your little sister and her friends play it on repeat while they choreographed a dance? Did your best friend have it playing in the car every time they picked you up for school? Did your coworkers make you sing it on karaoke night? Why do you love it? Tell me everything.
Clean house, dinner cooking, an old song randomly coming on that touches your soul and transports you back to another time. Sweet memories making you smile, tearing up a little from the swell of love for that time…. It’s a good evening ☺️ Happy Sunday friends. I hope it’s been good to you. ♥️
Can't believe it's almost 14 years ago that I heard of Peter Steele's passing... this weekend I'm going to play my Type O Negative and Carnivore music extra loud as a tribute to the Green Man.
With Peter's passing Type O Negative died too as it could never be the same without him.
Although I wasn't fortunate enough to have seen Type O Negative live, this band is forever etched in my heart 💚.
For all my fellow Type O Negative and Peter Steele mutuals on Tumblr, let's celebrate Peter's life and his art as a tribute to him and his bandmates.
I'm going to post a lot more of Peter this weekend than my usual TON related posts (yes, that's possible 🤭).
Love you all my little fellow Steeleheads 💚
Stay Negative
And though, while I'm posting this, I'm a bit sad... I take comfort in knowing Peter and Type O Negative made a lot of our lives a bit - to quote Peter - less miserable ...
I was a miserable musician myself, but I knew how to use music in my own way. Over the years I’d inspired some epic kisses by occupying a barstool alone in a dark, inconspicuous corner and taking over a juke box. I never minded being out all by myself. I loved observing their bodies react to my selection, people jump to their feet to dance, eyes widen and shoot directly to a lover or friend, a full table start to sing along together, or just a solo, grumpy old man start tapping his feet on the rung. In the right crowd I could completely transform a room without anyone even knowing I was there.. except maybe the bartender. Old Fashioned, please. It was magic to me.
Imitation ain't flattery
But inspiration, that's a different ting
And while I own nothing, not even the soul I bring
Don't smile and then try to bite me