I am thankful for ANGELS (and being taught how to kill them).
I’ve been putting off writing about a number of cultural happenings but now nature has forced my hand.
Of course, I am speaking of the death of Peter Christopherson, whose death cast a pale over an otherwise fruitful holiday. As a founding member of Throbbing Gristle, Psychic TV, and Coil no artist has affected my life more. If I had a hero it was Peter. Though his music touched me so intimately, I’ve found constant inspiration in Peter’s attitude to his “day jobs.” Ego-lessly crafting two generations worth of album covers and music videos for pop acts good and bad, all the while taking funds from said work and using them to fertilize his own psycho-sexual-spiritual gardens, i.e., all projects I mentioned earlier. He had the jobs creative people work so hard to get but realizing it was all BS if generated through “mainstream” corporate channels. He never dirtied himself by taking credit for mind warping two generations pop music fans. He chose to dirty the minds of two generations of underground music fans instead. His death is more tragic due to his relative youth and new possibilities that seemed to be blooming with his SoiSong and X-TG projects. Few could survive the Orphic sojourn that was Coil’s career.
I’m not sure what this means other than everything changes and everything dies.
My media sources keep telling me that copyright is dead and everything is free so go steal all his art. I have his autograph. This is a dead link.
Okay, I give in. Here is some kindness:
Chris Carter’s off the cuff remembrance:
http://c-h-r-i-s-c-a-r-t-e-r.blogspot.com/
Online condolences via one of Peter’s websites:
http://unklesleazy.tv/
