The world has lost a musical genius. I have fond memories of meeting Peter Steele. I have fond memories of being in several social situations with him, including asking him if it was okay to introduce to him a girl who was infatuated with him.
Tall and intimidating was his stage persona. I barely knew him, but I knew him as just one of the big family of musicians and friends from Brooklyn (which included Biohazard, Injustice, and Life of Agony). The guys in all of those bands were not rock stars, to us; they were our friends.
Peter, thank you for the memories, and thank you for the music.
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