Sid Richardson Bass (born 1942) is an American investor and businessman.
He is a graduate of Yale University and Stanford Business School. His father, Perry Richardson Bass (died 2006), built an oil fortune with uncle, Sid Richardson (died 1959). Bass took control of the business in 1968. His investments include oil and gas. Along with his father and two of his brothers, he was the largest shareholder in the The Walt Disney Company, from 1984 until after the stock market crash in 2001. Bass was forced to sell his Disney holdings as a result of a margin call. Much of the Bass holdings in Disney were acquired by the Griffith Family, who also own large equity holdings in Time-Warner, MGM-UA, and investment powerhouse KKR. Bass remains a board member of the Griffith Group although personally owning no shares in Disney himself.
In 1990 Bass donated $20 million to Yale University for the study of humanities. In 2006 he made a record gift of $25 million to the Metropolitan Opera, in New York.
Bass divorced his first wife, née Anne Hendricks, and married socialite Mercedes Bass (the former Mercedes Kellogg, née Mercedes Tavacoli). The wooing of Bass by Mercedes Kellogg in 1986, while she was still married to Ambassador Francis Kellogg, was a major social scandal. It is said to have crushed Ambassador Kellogg as well as Anne Bass and their two daughters. Mercedes and Ambassador Kellogg had no children.
Sid Vicious (born John Simon Ritchie 10 May 1957 – 2 February 1979) was an English musician best known as the bassist of the influential punk rock group Sex Pistols. In 2006 he was inducted posthumously into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as a member of the Sex Pistols.
Sid Vicious was born John Simon Ritchie in Lewisham, South East London, to John and Anne Ritchie (née McDonald). His mother dropped out of school early due to a lack of academic success and went on to join the RAF, where she met her husband-to-be, Ritchie's father. He was a guardsman at Buckingham Palace and a semi-professional trombone player on the London Jazz scene. Shortly after John's birth, he and his mother moved to Ibiza, where they expected to be joined by his father who, it was planned, would support them financially in the meantime. However, after the first few pay cheques failed to arrive, Anne realised that he would not be coming. Anne later married Christopher Beverley, a middle class man in 1965, before setting up a family home back in Kent. Ritchie took his stepfather's surname and was known as John Beverley.
Do I have to do sit-ups, if I want to be a rock star?
Do I have to make millions, if I want to be free?
Should I come with a cliché?
Should I hide in a big car?
You say the money doesn't matter.
Well, let's check and see.
Cause you look sexy.
You look fine.
How I wish that you were mine.
You look sexy.
You look hot.
Is that really all you got?
In the end, you pretend, you're my friend but you're not.
Tell me that I'm going to be the king of the world.
I know it's never going to happen but if you could be mine.
I will wake in the morning and I'll look at your beautiful face.
I know it's going to be a wonderful day.
Did you want to be a hooker?
Or did you want to be a model?
Well, did you want to be famous?
Did you want to be free?
I can see that you're a looker, but keep your love in a bottle.
And your skimpy clothes will go a long, long way with me.
You look sexy.
You look fine.
How I wish that you were mine.
You look sexy.
You look hot.
Is that really all you got?
In the end, you pretend, cause I don't want to stop.
Chorus
Through the smog the sky is blue and angels all were sinners too.
And baby I'll be good to you.
If you tell me what you want I'm going to do that to you.
Chorus
It's going to be a wonderful day.
Look at your beautiful face.
Tell me - do you believe in fate? Do you believe that we each have a fee to pay And a leaving date with no hope to deviate That our breathing rate ceases when we reach this age? Where do we go when we leave this place? Is it nowhere where nobody can see your face? There's no need to kneel on your knees and pray Cos seasons change so it may be today
Looking back on the one life I've had on this Earth This planet, this world, I sit back and I ponder I have become fond of the fact I've lasted this long Though in the past I've done wrong and my battery's gone Will things be any different here after I'm gone? Will anybody listen to my tracks or my songs? You're asking the wrong chap I know as much as you So I'm just confusing matters but it has to be done It's a factor in all the planet's mass populace That we're asking for knowledge but lack what we want There's certain facts that we won't actually know We lack the composure to relax and just focus on absolute calm And that can do harm so we have to succumb To the fact that after we're gone we're transmitted back to the cosmos And after the storm the pattern goes on So you have to be strong, cos that's where you belong
But I want you to see what it's like to be me And I want you to remember me
I want to be remembered when I enter into heaven The day I die then greater than September the eleventh But then again when in the history of men Has there ever been an event that we never will forget Eventually everything tends to irrelevance 'Til we're left with an ebb that can never be filled Everything built inevitably will Descend into a stillness until the end of the world
Seasons will change Empires will fall