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WTF, people? First we have Peter Steele, then Ronnie James Dio, and now Slipknot bassist, Paul Gray.

Dear Musicians,

Please stop dying.

Sincerely,
That Girl With A Blog

No more half naked, racist men. No more “Holy Diver”. No more creepy dudes in leather masks. What is the world coming to!?

Dio’s death was originally hailed a hoax, but apparently not far from the truth. The former Black Sabbath member and solo artist’s Wikipedia page was initally changed to include his death around 10:00pm on Saturday, May 15th, but his wife Wendy cleared things up, stating that he was in pretty rough shape, but still kickin’. Dio didn’t die until Sunday morning. Well, dude was 67, (Weird, who ever thought he would make it this long. Isn’t today Bob Dylan’s birthday? What is he, now, 110?) AND had stomach cancer. At least that one was a little more expected that Paul Gray, dead at 38 in a hotel room. That’s how rock stars are supposed to go, I guess.

Ronnie James Dio (July 10, 1942 – May 16, 2010)

The cause of death for Paul Gray has not yet been determined. The guy just died yesterday, people. Sheesh. One of the three original band members left, he was the guy with the bass and the pig mask. Doesn’t that just make you want to take him home to mom? In 2003, Gray was arrested for drunk driving and possession following a car accident. It’s kind of surprising that he lasted this long. Well, they say that death comes in threes, so hopefully this will be the end of all this craziness for a while!

Paul Gray (April 8, 1972 – May 24, 2010)

He’s not even that creepy without the mask on! Seriously, go image search this guy…he’s like a pig/Hannibal Lecter…thing.

And here, for Tuesday, in memory of Ronnie James Dio, have a little “Holy Diver”.

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***WARNING: THIS POST IS FUELED BY EARLY MORNING CAFFEINE.***

Okay, so this situation is not solely limited to my 25th year, but that magic number seems to have made it a little bit worse.

Spring is upon us my friends, and with spring comes my insatiable urge to travel (and listen to ska), or simply to get the fuck out of Pittsburgh. I mean, I like Pittsburgh, I really do, but sometimes you just need a change of scenery. Also, it’s not helping that all of my friends are moving to Key West and I looooooove Key West. I love booze, sunsets, and chickens. I just wish it wasn’t so stinking hot and/or didn’t have such giant bugs. I also wish that I could live there without a job, because that would be sweet. I don’t want to go outside in the daytime, dammit. I think I would melt…Wicked Witch style. What’s funny about this is the one thing I’m not worried about: hurricanes. Really. I am all about the hurricane party. Hell, we tried to have a hurricane party in Pittsburgh when Ivan came through. The first floor started to flood, so we went to the second floor, drank beer, and watched Finding Nemo. Really, not that worried. Key West is prepared for this kinda shit.

Wow, okay, so this is going to be the most random blog post, but I love the guy who works at the Cool Beans in my building. I seriously walked in there, told him that I didn’t know what I wanted, but that I wanted it to be “hot, sweet, and far too caffeinated…and big. Really, really big”. I am halfway through this concoction and I feel like I’m going to explode. GOOD MORNING!!!

Okay, so back to this spring/quarter life crisis thing. See, I grew up in a town where people never leave. It’s kind of ridiculous. Also, there’s this whole job thing. What is it about 25? Why do you all of a sudden feel like you need to know what you’re doing with your life RIGHT NOW? My job right now is pretty sweet, but it’s really not what I envision doing with my life. Also, I work for a giant boys club. Now, it’s not that I am saddened about my lack of man-junk, it’s just that I know that there is no room for growth here. It’s one of those things…what the hell’s that AA saying? Something about changing the things that you can and accepting the things you cannot? This is a “cannot” and I’m okay with that. I am super awesome at being an office wench, though. And what city ever doesn’t have offices? Any kind of offices really. I’ll make your coffee and order your supplies and generally make your office kick ass. That’s what I do.

Even when my computer dies, as it did on Friday, I will do everything in my power to make it better. I spent two days trying to get my information from my old hard drive to no avail. It was incredibly frustrating and currently I’m using a computer that I’m pretty sure was built in 1986. Know how many USB ports there are on this bad boy? Two. That’s right, two. I had to unplug my keyboard to upload the meager amount of music that I had on my MP3 player. I just went from around 40GB of music to…4GB. FOUR! Thank god it was all of my “essential albums”, so I have a good mix of great songs. Still, I kind of want to dropkick a baby.

Well anyway, to try to sate this crazy desire for something different, I’ve pierced my septum, cut off all of my hair, and gotten glasses. WHAT ELSE CAN I DOOOOO!?

What to do, what to do.

Holy shit, coffee.

Thank god for credit cards because I have a feeling I’m going to be purchasing last minute tickets to Key West. At least for a few days. 🙂

In the meantime, have some Less Than Jake, the soundtrack to summer traveling and impatient people:

“History of a Boring Town”

AAAAAAAAAAND: Just finished my giant cup of overly caffeinated goodness. My head might explode.



Rumor gone wild or is the angry, giant frontman of Type O Negative truly dead? From the LA Late Blog:

Peter Steele is dead at 48, news that Peter Steele has died confirmed Thursday. Peter Steele’s cause of death was heart failure learn fans today.

Here is the latest.

Peter Steele’s death has been confirmed by several individuals since last night, despite no official statement from family members. Statements of death come from fellow bandmate Kenny Hickey, Fuse Host Mistress Juliya, and a suggestive posting on the Type O Negative website.

Fans are reacting to the shocking news through a surge in twitter posts early today.

Foirst, Fuse VJ MistressJuliya posted on twitter last night the following messages: “Today is a very sad day in metal…” “End of an era.” “Peter Steele passed today. I loved my friend…our idol…my heart is with his band and family…” “@msjenncity (Steele) passed of heart failure. Just spoke to Kenny (Hickey of Type O Negative).”

Second, TypeONegative.com includes the following message today “The forums have been re-opened. Please play nice and expect statements from the band and family later today. Thank you for your understanding and support.”

In 2007, Steele made press by indicating he had now become an atheism. He told Decibel magazine as the time:

“There are no atheists in foxholes, they say, and I was a foxhole atheist for a long time. But after going through a midlife crisis and having many things change very quickly, it made me realize my mortality. And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what’s after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it’s a frightening thought to go nowhere. I also can’t believe that people like Stalin and Hitler are gonna go to the same place as Mother Teresa.”

Funeral arrangements have not been announced. Peter Steele will be greatly missed. Send your love.

But at the same time, we get this from Blabbermouth:

Despite a message on the band’s official web site that seems to suggest otherwise, TYPE O NEGATIVE frontman Peter Steele HAS NOT DIED.

The band, who are famous for their dark sense of humor, have spent much of the last few months preparing material for their SPV Records debut, which is expected to be recorded later in the year.

TYPE O NEGATIVE cancelled their U.S. tour last fall in order to allow Steele to undergo further tests after “undisclosed anomalies” were discovered during a medical exam. A February 11, 2005 update on Peter’s condition from TYPE O NEGATIVE drummer Johnny Kelly stated, “There really isn’t much to report other than he’s doing fine and his health is improving daily.”

TYPE O NEGATIVE, whose first album, “Slow, Deep and Hard”, was issued in 1991, fulfilled their contractual obligations to longtime label Roadrunner with the release of 2003’s “Life Is Killing Me”. That album debuted on The Billboard 200 chart at No. 39 in June 2003 after registering a first-week sales tally of 27,023 copies. TYPE O NEGATIVE’s best-selling album to date is 1994’s “Bloody Kisses”, which has shifted nearly a million copies in the U.S., according to Nielsen SoundScan.

Well that’s just no fun. I wanna know if the man is dead or not! I was once a Type O fan, until I saw them in Pittsburgh…my god, maybe nine years ago? Peter Steele is a flat out racist and that’s not okay. He said some overtly xenophobic things. In a venue full of people. I remember looking at the people around me and them looking back in a moment of, “Did that just really happen”? I never bought an album after that. I’ll admit, I still own everything I bought before then and break it out from time to time, but never again will I finance that band. Well, I guess now, I really don’t need to. It’s kind of a shame that all that hotness was wasted on a white supremacist.

Weird to think about Peter Steele as a dead guy, though. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see…

***Update***

Well, that didn’t take long. Confirmed by Blabbermouth:

TYPE O NEGATIVE keyboardist Josh Silver has confirmed to BLABBERMOUTH.NET that the band’s frontman, Peter Steele, passed away yesterday (Wednesday, April 14) at the age of 48. No official cause of death has yet been released, but it is believed that Steele died of heart failure.

According to unconfirmed reports, Steele had been ill for days leading up to his death.

Mistress Juliya (a.k.a. Juliya Chernetsky) of Fuse TV broke the news on her Twitter page last night, stating that she spoke to TYPE O NEGATIVE guitarist Kenny Hickey just before midnight New York time, and that Kenny confirmed that the rumors were true.

Back in 2005, many people were shocked when they logged on to the TYPE O NEGATIVE web site and saw a gravestone with the words “Peter Steele – 1962 – 2005 …. Free At Last” carved on it. According to Epinions.com, there were rumors at the time that Steele was sick (with anything from cancer to AIDS), was on his deathbed, attempted suicide … and the list goes on. Needless to say, it turned out that Steele was very much alive and the gravestone was merely a joke, albeit one the wasn’t viewed as being in particularly good taste.

Steele was born Petrus T. Ratajczyk on January 4, 1962 in Brooklyn, New York. He stood 6′ 7″ (201 cm) tall, and had a low, bass-heavy voice, which was one of the most recognizable features in TYPE O NEGATIVE’s music.

Before forming TYPE O NEGATIVE, Steele played for the metal group FALLOUT and the thrash band CARNIVORE.



John HughesFrom NY Daily News:

John Hughes, whose coming-of-age movies captured an American teenage generation between Elvis Presley and Britney Spears, died Thursday of an apparent heart attack while walking on a Manhattan street.

He was 59.

Hughes, a Michigan native who lived in Illinois, was visiting his family in New York, according to a spokeswoman.

Matthew Broderick, who starred in Hughes’ 1986 hit “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off,” said he was “truly shocked and saddened by the news about my old friend. … He was a wonderful, very talented guy and my heart goes out to his family.”

Hughes’ 1984 film “Sixteen Candles” established him as the signature teen filmmaker of that decade, and made “John Hughes movie” into shorthand for a sometimes agonizing but ultimately upbeat look at teenage years.

“Sixteen Candles” made a star of Molly Ringwald, and he directed her again in two subsequent films, “The Breakfast Club” and “Pretty in Pink.”

Ringwald said she was “stunned and incredibly sad” to hear about Hughes’ death.

“He will be missed – by me and by everyone that he has touched,” she said in a statement on People.com.

Some of the actors in his films, including Ringwald, Andrew McCarthy, Anthony Michael Hall, Ally Sheedy and Judd Nelson, became known as the Brat Pack.

In contrast to raucous 1980s teen comedies like the “Porky’s” series, Hughes films were sweet, often sentimental. Their heroes and heroines, who started out feeling like misfits, were rewarded for the basic virtues of good hearts and decency.

He kept them from being simply throwbacks to some romanticized earlier age by effective use of realistic teen dialogue.

Hughes was working as an ad copywriter when he broke into showbiz by selling jokes to comedians like Rodney Dangerfield. He went to work for the National Lampoon and scored his breakthrough by writing the screenplay for the 1983 hit film “National Lampoon’s Vacation,” which starred Chevy Chase.

That film showcased Hughes’ ear for droll absurdity. When the dimwitted brother-in-law of Chase’s character is grilling dinner and says he’s using Hamburger Helper, Chase mutters that yeah, that’s good with a little meat. The brother-in-law says, “You add meat?”

His high school movies centered on the girl who doesn’t feel pretty enough, the guy who feels like an idiot, the arrogant bullies who pick on them, and the awkward moments they endure before it all works out.

Hughes’ movies also featured lavish and smart use of music.

Hughes did a few more teen movies, including “Weird Science” and “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off,” then scored with “Planes, Trains and Automobiles” in 1987 and even bigger with “Home Alone” in 1990.

After that, however, he headed for the exits. The last film he directed was “Curly Sue,” in 1991. In 1994, he retired from both the film business and the public eye – which he had never enjoyed.

His last public project was writing an independent film, “Reach the Rock,” in 1999.

Hughes is survived by his wife, Nancy, to whom he was married for 39 years, and two sons, James and John.

Wow, it really is a terrible year for celebrities. I think I speak for all the brains, the athletes, the basket cases, the princesses, and the criminals when I say that he’ll be sorely missed.



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