(Originally written April 15, 2010 for the Steel Goddesses website)
Today, I made Type O Negative/Carnivore singer Peter Steele
my “80’s Metal Hunk of the Day” at Facebook. Moments after posting the photo, I
learned that Peter had passed away. He apparently suffered heart failure,
although no “official” cause of death has been released.
I met Peter a few times in the 80’s. We hung around the same
circles and clubs, so it was bound to happen. The first time I saw him, we were
both at the same party. My friend Mary introduced us.
After that, I usually ran
into him in the Village. Once, we bumped into each other coming out of the
subway near 8th Street. Another time, we bumped into each other going into
D’Agostinos. Once, we ran into each other at a leather shop. Okay, that time, I
saw him through the window and went in. He had been trying on boots. I
pretended to shop for a belt until he noticed me and struck up a conversation.
I kind of had a crush on him and I think he knew. He always smiled this crooked
half-smile when he saw me coming his way. (I found out years later that it’s
not hard to tell when I like someone; it’s written all over my face). Pete
never let on that he knew about my crush and he never failed to stop and chat,
even for a few minutes, and hug me before he went on his way, long hair
swinging down his back, his 6’7″ frame hard to miss, encased in black leather
and denim.
It’s well-publicized that Peter had issues in his life;
issues that may have sent him to jail and to the psych ward. I also know that
those “issues” may have helped him make some of the most haunting music I’ve
ever heard. He claimed to be an atheist when I knew him. I read that he turned
to Roman Catholicism later in life.
Peter will be remembered for many things: his voice, his
size, his sheer presence, whether onstage, in a music video or on a Greenwich
Village sidewalk. Some may remember him for famously baring it all for
Playgirl. But the Peter I’ll remember is the man who always had a smile, a hug
and a few minutes of time for a naive girl who wore her crush for him all over
her face.
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