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Today is February 2nd, 2006. 'Tis a very sad day for all punk rockers. This is the 27th anniversary of Sid Vicious's death. The dream died here, my friends. After 1979, the only progress punk made was with the Dead Kennedys and Henry Rollins, but what do most people associate with punk rock today? Blink 182, Green Day, Sum 41 (not that I don't love them, because I do), but probably most disturbingly, Avril Lavigne (sp?). She proclaimed herself the Sid Vicious of her generation, which clearly states that she either 1) has no clue what she is talking about or 2) is very stupid for wanting to be remembered in the way Sid will be. I love Sid with all my heart, but he was a drug addict who followed those around him all his life and was hardly a trendsetter or original thinker. That's what people remember him for, but his friends remember the sweet, loving kid that he was. That's how I see Sid, a victim. So to all of these Sid-wannabes, be yourself and go create your own thing 'cause living life in someone else's shadow isn't any way to live at all.
RIP, Sidney.
RIP, Sidney.
