FYI - here is a tribute I just received written by Genesis Breyer P-Orridge about "Sleazy" - PETER “SLEAZY” CHRISTOPHERSON
27th February 1955 – 24th November 2010

You never expect to be writing a eulogy about your deepest and beloved
friends when you meet them and they glide into your loops of L-if-E so
sleekly, so boldly and with such confidence that it is like one of
Nature’s perfectly designed dynamic creatures following its instinct home
to where it began. You never expect to hear, without forewarning, that
you have lost another dear and treasured member of your chosen, freely
embraced famille.

We have written several pages already trying to write a eulogy/obituary.
But it read too dry. It turned into being about facts and dates and
becomes a fake entry in Wikipedia! That’s not what we are feeling and it’s
NOT what we want to give to Sleazy at this horrible moment that shocked
everyone so unexpectedly. My dear friend Bee in Bangkok emailed me the
news. “Sleazy died in his sleep last night Genny”. What do you say? FUCK! It is the slap of a hand on a wall, the crash of a fist on a
kitchen table, it is the utter failure of our words to express a feeling!
Your mind slides into turmoil. How? What now? Who knows? …Over and over.
Who will take care of him? We imagine Bee, and various of his beloved
extended famille that he nurtured, supported and cared so deeply for in
Bangkok. Sleazy had built his special paradise there. He died there in his
haven, amongst his friends, with his dogs, as gentle and peaceful as death
can be for we humans. He went to sleep and never woke up perfecting.

We had the great fortune to visit Sleazy at his previous “compound”. A
beautiful place to retreat to in between the hectic, stressful life of “work”. With my friend HannaH we had come from Kathmandhu where we had
done a puja for Lady Jaye who passed away in 2007. Sleazy had prepared an
air conditioned room. Clean linen. Peace and quiet. Food appeared
miraculously, clothes were laundered…we had gin and tonics in his “dipping
pool” every day at 4pm and we talked of death and loss. Sometimes he held
me gently in his arms as we cried. He spoke of Jjonn and how hard that
loss had been. We’d both been through a horror of finding our “Other
Half” dying at our feet and both been treated awfully by the cops on the
scene. My lifelong friendship with Sleazy deepened even further into an
unbreakable bond of love as we relived this together and we have treasured
ever since those days in Thailand.

We had, needless to say, always loved Sleazy since those early times when
we all found his new “real” name so easily adopted. Of course, all
families, even those spawning wreckers of civilization, have their little
squabbles and minor issues over the years. What is amazing is that our
chosen famille (Chris, Cosey, Sleazy and me) weathered thirty-six years
despite being attacked and hammered by international newspapers, TV media, the Legal Establishment, and music, art and other rivals. Despite all our
various trials and tribulations, “something special almost magical would
happen to TG onstage” as Cosey says. The mysterious chemistry that made TG
so unique as a unit.
Sleazy was an astounding talent. During his prolific phase with COIL he
developed new visionary methods of mixing sound and video in ways akin in
their radicalism to Rembrandt’s breakthrough with catching light itself
within the oil and pigment. For me it is his deftness and precision with
minutely accurate sounds or shadows that made him so worthy of the
honoured name “Master”.

Sleazy was a huge part of my life creatively during our 36 year
friendship. He joined COUM; was an incalculable part of the process and
experiment that was and remains TG.; he followed me into Psychic TV to
collaborate in two classic albums with Alex Fergusson, Ken Thomas and
myself; with Monte Cazazza he actively brainstormed concepts and attitudes
towards the creation of Thee Temple Ov Psychick Youth. During that first
year or so of T.O.P.Y. a young schoolboy called Geff Rushton turned up at
my house in Beck Road Hackney. He wanted an interview about “sex magick”.
We called Sleazy and said,”We think YOU will be the perfect person to be
interviewed by Geff, will you do it?” , because Sleazy wasn’t keen on
interviews much back then. Anyway, Geff went, Sleazy did the interview and “one of them got the job”. This turned out to be Sleazy’s “BIG LOVE” and
they both went on to create COIL and be a huge worldwide influence on what
became, with the parallel influence of David Tibet (also named during his
bootcamp times with PTV and TOPY) known as DARK FOLK etc.

Talking of influences, it was Sleazy who discovered Mr Sebastian in 1980
without who we, and hundreds of TOPY Individuals, PTV fans and readers of
the Research Book “Modern Primitives” wouldn’t have been pierced.

Sleazy loved Bangkok and Thailand. He had been visiting regularly for
several years before deciding to move there permanently after Jjonn/Geff
passed on. While we were spending time in 2009 with him we were pretty
sick from the intense emotional stress of our ceremony in Nepal for the
reliving and releasing of a beloved. Sleazy became a source of every
suture for my heart, loving sustenance for my soul. He nurtured me with
words of wise counsel garnered from his own similar and tragic losses.
There had been a long sometimes desolate expanse between the seventies and
now. But we had both crossed our abyss and we were blessed by Sleazy’s
loving nature to be able to accept his gentle embrace and, crying like a
child we often are, be able to lovingly say to him, “I HAVE GOT MY FRIEND
BACK.” Many times, since then, we have stopped during hard times, confusing times, and we think of Sleazy and how his mastery of light went
from cameras to hearts and souls, and that makes me smile and laugh. Which
is as he would wish. We loved Sleazy in all he did...

Genesis Breyer P-Orridge nyc, Nov 2010.