I taped a documentary (I think it was on VH1) about Sid and it included lots of conversation from band members, friends and the like. It was sad to hear what happened and it reminded me of some close friends who were pulled away from music as they battled adolescent schizophrenia and other issues. I've watched and waited as my buddy tuned his guitar for hours just swearing over and over in a rage about a guitar that was to our ears perfectly fine.
It doesn't completely parallel this situation but the balance of creative genius vs lost soul seems to tip the wrong way when drugs come into the picture.
We seldom appreciate those who are lost from the music or art world not to a physical death but rather death of another sort.
