It has taken some time for the shock to wear off enough to be able to write this letter without crying. Your death has knocked the wind out of me. You were much more than just some guy in a band that I thought was cool. You were one of my heroes. The reality check that my heroes aren't invincible, like I always thought they were, has made it difficult to breath.
Mr. Steele, due to what you did with Type O Negative I chose not to kill myself. Your words and music helped pull me through endless, exhausting years of depression, self-loathing, loneliness and addiction. For me, Type O Negative was by far the most original, creative band that I have ever heard. My obsession since Slow, Deep and Hard has kept me going when all I've wanted to is die. This band changed my life. Having your collection of music at my fingertips all these years has made this dreary existence worth enduring. It's been great just being a fan.
Fortunately, I was able to meet you a few times and every time I thanked you. I don't know if you took it to heart. I hope you did. I planned on thanking you again. I just never imagined that I would be saying goodbye too. Peter, thank you so much for giving me something to live for and look forward to. You were the green light at the end of my dark tunnel. You will never be forgotten.
I will now happily drown my sorrows in Type O Negative. Type O Forever
All my Love and Respect,
David M. Corry
"I can't believe things turned out this way
And though I hate to see you go
I know it must be so...
The dream is dead"
- Excerpt from
The Dream is Dead
Type O Negative


