But Sidney’s more than a mere bass player. He’s a fabulous disaster. He’s a symbol, a metaphor, he embodies the dementia of a nihilistic generation. He’s a fuckin’ star – Malcolm, Sid and Nancy
John Simon Ritchie (Sid Vicios)
13 May 1957 – 2 Feb 1979
~RIP Sid, Some Souls Wanders Forever, May You Have Found Something Worth Believing In, Wherever You Are~
I’ll probably die by the time I reach 25. But I’ll have lived the way I wanted to.
Well, you know, like, I don’t really give a fuck what the general public think.
American audiences are just the same as anybody else. Except a bit more boring.
I’m not chic, I could never be chic. I was in it from its inception.
You just pick up a chord, go twang, and you’ve got music.
All I did was cash in on the fact that I’m good-looking and I have a good figure and girls like me.
I’m not vicious really. I consider myself kind-hearted. I love my mum.
We had a death pact. I have to keep my half of the bargain. Please bury me next to my baby in my leather jacket, jeans and motor cycle boots. Goodbye.