Sex Pistols member Sid Vicious was only 20 when he met Nancy Spungen in 1977. British punk god and veteran American groupie bonded instantly over their mutual passion for extreme drug use. Less than two years later, both were dead.
The story goes that the couple holed up in Manhattan’s Chelsea Hotel after the Pistols broke up to binge on smack while planning Sid’s solo career. On October 12, 1978, Nancy was found in the couple’s bathroom, dead from a knife wound in her abdomen. Ten days later Sid slit his own wrist. He survived, but only to be charged with Nancy’s murder (the knife was traced back to him) before overdosing on February 2, 1979, at the home of his new girlfriend.
Speculation still swirls about both deaths. Some say that Sid’s overprotective mom injected him with a lethal dose of heroin to spare him from prison. Others maintain that it was drug dealers that stabbed Nancy. In his book Vicious: Too Fast to Live, Alan Parker argues that both were murdered by Rockets Redglare, an East Village actor and alleged drug dealer. Tragic? Yes. Totally sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll? Yeah, baby.
Nirvana’s Kurt Cobain charmed the world with his mopey outlook and striped t-shirts. It was a brief romance. Fans barely had time to memorize the lyrics on Nirvana’s third album before Cobain checked out, killing himself with a 20-gauge shotgun blast.
Conspiracy theories abounded. Was he moved to suicide by some bad heroin? Was he murdered? Skeptics pointed to facts such as the massive amount of heroin in Cobain’s system, which would have sapped him of the strength to pull a trigger. Handwriting experts also scrutinized the suicide note to see if Cobain really had written it.
Only the angels Cobain now sleeps with know the answer, and we have it on good authority that they’re Neil Sedaka fans. So while Cobain tunes his harp to “Laughter in the Rain,” we’re left with pondering the continuing spectacle of Eddie Vedder and the continuing decline of Courtney “Time for another box set” Love. (She’s said to have sold 25% of her interest in the back catalog for “an undisclosed sum”). Oh, what Nevermind hath wrought. — Charles Bottomley
Kanye West usually engages his mouth before his brain. Case in point: A recent negative review of his live show prompted a blog rant the likes of which hadn’t been seen since Courtney Love bought an iMac. But the “Stronger” rapper spoke truth to power when he publicly dissed George Bush during a 2005 benefit for Hurricane Katrina victims.
“I hate the way they portray us in the media,” he blurted to the camera, referring to the media at large. “You see a black family, it says, ‘They’re looting.’ You see a white family, it says, ‘They’re looking for food.’ … America is set up to help the poor, the black people, the less well-off, as slow as possible.”
As addled co-presenter Mike Myers did his impression of Bambi in the headlights, West brought it home: “George Bush doesn’t care about black people.” Cue dead air. — Charles Bottomley
Even in the unsettling world of rock star deaths, few were as shocking as the murder of Beatle John Lennon, shot outside his Manhattan apartment in 1980 by a fan who had asked for the singer’s autograph hours earlier.
Thanks to both the worldwide success of the Beatles and Lennon’s strident political activism (which almost got him extradited from his adopted country in the early ’70s), many presumed that his death was politically motivated, coming so soon after the release of his first album since 1975. But killer Mark David Chapman was driven only by psychological delusions and a hunger for fame. Despite protests from his lawyer, Chapman refused to plead insanity, and was found guilty of second-degree murder.
Lennon’s tragically shortened life has since been the subject of countless documentaries and books, and Chapman eventually got his own biopic, the flop Chapter 27, starring Jared Leto. Chapman, who was sentenced to 20 years to life, has been denied parole three times despite an “exemplary disciplinary record.” Because of the high profile of his crime, it’s unlikely he’ll ever be released from prison.
The teen clones were out in full force last night at the Teen Choice Awards, contorting their legs into weird poses and grabbing at their hips to see just how damn bony they really are. Also, peace is in this year!
Unfortunately, our celebrity kiddie pool wasted this opportunity to dress like the reckless, rebellious, fad-loving followers that they are and instead went for a look way beyond their years. Cute mini-dresses were in, Paris Hilton skank suits of yesteryear were sadly out. Also, Gossip Girls star Ed Westwick wore a man scarf. Nothing says Teen Choice like choosing to dress like a newly divorced 35-year old mom desperate to meet some hot arse at her local ladies night. We’re talking about you, Ed.
We’re a little wary of anything that might derail Britney Spears‘ progress as a human being – she’s come such a long way since she was locking herself in the bathroom naked with her baby. But just as crazy as Brit is, she is also horny, and girlfriend’s gotta get her bone on. So Brit’s allegedly banging her bodyguard, an Israeli soldier (!!!) named Lee who’s been protecting the star for six months.
In the past, Sam Lutfi would have uttered some weird comment about dating the dude, or worse, say nothing at all. But luckily, Britney 2.0 has a manager again! And good ol’ Larry Rudolph told Access Hollywood that “There is no truth to this at all. Britney is 100% single.” Even if she is bangin’ the bodyguard, we’ll never know otherwise. Which is really how it should be. [Photo: Splash News]
It’s surprising that ’70s rock revivalists The Black Crowes would be suing anyone for copyright infringement (Rod Stewart might get ideas), but the verse of Gretchen Wilson’s“Work Hard, Play Harder” — prominently featured in ads for Holly Hunter’s Saving Grace — sure sounds a lot like the verse from the band’s 1990 hit “Jealous Again”. The band — they’re still around! — has filed suit, but their manager hopes they will be able to reach an agreement without going to a judge (either way, ch-ching!). We just hope this drama won’t delay the release of Wilson’s awesomely titled I Got Your Country Right Here, due in October.
We have to hand it to Kevin Federline. He didn’t seem that smart back in the day when he was giving Britney piggyback rides on the beach while chain smoking Salems, but his master plan of knocking Brit up with some cute kids, makin’ her crazy, and then dumping her ass and stealing her millions really worked! Bravo, young man.
K-Fed was busy getting his golf on this weekend – where he smoked cigs on the course like the class ex Mr. Spears that he is – and told People, “Been having a good summer, I can’t complain.”
He declined to comment on his recent “raise” in child support from $15,000 a month to $20,000, of course, but we’d guess it’s pretty damn awesome. He did say his kids are “good,” which is obvious to anyone with a brain. They don’t have to live with crazy mommy anymore, which sounds pretty good to us!