Punk Rock Romeo and Juliet: Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen

Born on February 27, 1958, Nancy Spungen had been raised in the suburbs of Philadelphia. Her mother Deborah, in her book And I Don't Want to Live This Life, remembers her daughter as difficult almost from birth. She threw ferocious tantrums that scared her parents and cried more than any child should. She was given her first sedative when she was 3 months old. At age 4, she saw her first psychiatrist. When Nancy was 11, she attacked her mother with a hammer because she wouldn't take her to a museum. Nancy's tantrums grew more violent, and she would "smash rooms to pieces." She was often overheard saying, "I want to die." She first tried drugs at age 13, and two years later she was a heroin addict. Her behavior was so out of control, doctors refused to treat her, and she was finally diagnosed as schizophrenic. By the time she was 17, her parents couldn't take it any longer, and they asked her to leave home.

Nancy Spungen, high school

Nancy's drug use spiraled once she was on her own, and to support her habit she worked as a prostitute. Usually clad in black leather, her wild curls dyed platinum blond, she burst onto the punk scene and managed to offend people who were going out of their way to be offensive. She became known as "Nauseating Nancy," a tag that didn't seem to upset her. According to Pamela Rooke, "She was unbelievably thick-skinned, one of the most unlikable people I've met. Everybody could see through her — except Sid."

Sid Vicious, bad boy, eats hotdog

Soon after they met, Sid and Nancy became inseparable. In an odd codependent way, each provided what the other craved. Besides being enthralled with the sex, Sid found a mother in bossy Nancy, and Nancy found someone who wanted to be bossed. They were made for each other. But eventually their relationship took precedence over everything else in their lives, including the Sex Pistols.

Johnny Rotten

Nancy threatened to become the punk-rock Yoko Ono, managing to infuriate the entire band. Johnny Rotten begged Vicious to dump her, but the only person Sid listened to was Nancy. According to Nils Stevenson, the band's tour manager, Vicious came to "dislike everything — except heroin and Nancy."When they relocated to New York, they chose the Chelsea Hotel because of its reputation as a sanctuary for serious artists and musicians, but the hotel's glory days had long passed, and most of the guests were more interested in getting high than pursuing their muse. Sid and Nancy's stay there had an inauspicious beginning. While in a drug haze, they set the mattress on fire in their original room and had to be moved to Room 100.
It didn't take long for their new room to become a cluttered mess because they kept all their belongings on the floor in Harrods' shopping bags. Their kitten Socks prowled the room, sometimes hiding behind Sid's gold record which sat on the floor propped against the wall. With $10,000 in their pockets, allegedly given to them by manager McLaren before they left for New York, the couple went on a drug holiday, scoring heroin on the streets while developing a taste for the barbiturate Tuinal and Dilaudid, a synthetic morphine.

New time,new feeling

Now that the winter’s gone, the earth hath lost
Her snow-white robes; and now no more the frost
Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream
Upon the silver lake or crystal stream:
But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,
And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth
To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree
The drowsy cuckoo and the humble-bee.
Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring,
In triumph to the world, the youthful spring:
The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array
Welcome the coming of the long’d-for May.
Now all things smile: only my love doth lower,
Nor hath the scalding noon-day sun the power
To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold
Her heart congeal’d, and makes her pity cold.
The ox, which lately did for shelter fly
Into the stall, doth now securely lie
In open fields; and love no more is made
By the fire-side, but in the cooler shade
Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep
Under a sycamore, and all things keep
Time with the season: only she doth carry
  March in her eyes, in her heart January.

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