Requiescat in pace, Peter Steele. Man, this just ruined my whole day. I was happily oblivious to this bit of news until this afternoon when I heard it from my utterly despondent and nigh-hysterical best friend. Type O Negative was our mutual first concert (well, first for me that I hadn't been dragged to by my parents) and their albums, Bloody Kisses and October Rust most especially, helped get me through high school.
It feels like I've lost a piece of my youth. At least I got to see them live.