Sid did it his way

Call me a twisted freak but there’s something I’ve always respected about the idea of a skag-head, who ends up killing his girlfriend before dying of an overdose, singing “I did it my way”. Put your headphones on, crank up the volume, and hit play. The whole thing’s just perfect, not just what it is, but also the idea of what it is. From around 27 seconds in when he grabs the mike so hard he ends up smacking himself in his own face, then into the raw power his whole being exudes as he bellows out the tale of how he just doesn’t give a flying fuck about anything, right through to when he pulls out a pistol and proceeds to empty the whole round into the crowd, before he finally just gives us the finger and struts off the stage. And I don’t even wanna try and imagine what’s going on there at the very end with what appears to be the ten commandments.

To me the whole thing is genius. He didn’t know how to play an instrument yet he was the bassist for one of the most famous bands ever (Steve Jones recorded the bass parts for the album Never Mind The Bollocks). He probably murdered Nancy Spungen (but she was a nasty groupie whore that got a sweet innocent kid hooked on heroin). And finally he just said fuck it and killed himself by injecting a shitton of train, leaving behind a suicide note with instructions on how he wanted to be buried.

I came across this and it gave me a kick. Written at the age of 20 just a few months before her murder, it’s a list Sid Vicious wrote – “What Makes Nancy So Great, by Sidney”.

Sid Vicious did it his way.