I wake this morning to the shock news that Peter, or 'Sleazy' to his many friends, has died in his sleep, at his home in Bangkok. I'm stunned. He visited us just a few weeks ago. Ossian and I can hardly believe it. At 55, Sleazy's appetite for life was immense, and brooked no argument! I suppose it makes sense there was to be no gradual slide to a halt. A sudden end, an extraordinarily full life.
I have no doubt whatsoever that Sleazy's work in Throbbing Gristle, Psychic TV, SoiSong, Threshold HouseBoys Choir, and most of all in Coil, will continue to change lives, passing on the great gifts of lucidity, imagination and awareness that he offered to us all.
Seeing into darkness is clarity.
Knowing how to yield is strength.
Use your own light
And return to the source of light.
This is called practicing eternity.