Saturday, May 5, 2012

A Beastie Boy Dies. And So Does My Youth.

The title of tonight's blog is what my friend texted me to tell me Adam Yauch, aka MCA, passed away today. The Beastie Boys are one of those bands that has been with me for as long as I can remember. When I was in 5th grade, I had my first "real" dance. It was a roller skating party in my school's gymnasium. My dad was selling cars at the time and borrowed a red Porsche 944 to drive me to the dance. It was the first time I'd ever made "an entrance" anywhere.
At the dance, I asked the DJ to please play Brass Monkey. He asked me if I knew what the song was about. I really didn't but I liked it anyway and he played it. License to Ill was in my tape player non-stop then. I'm lucky that my mom was really cool and didn't care what music I listened to. Any time the Fight For Your Right video came on, I was giddy. To me, it was the greatest video to ever be shown on MTV. (We can invite all of our friends. And have soda and pie. I hope no bad people show up...)
I have so many memories associated with MCA, King Ad Rock and Mike D. My first trip to Santa Cruz while listening to Ill Communication. Riding in my friend's jeep in high school while being introduced to Paul's Boutique. Making sure The Sounds of Science was part of our wedding registry (which we got.) Trying to convince my cheerleading squad that we should do a routine to Hey Ladies. Seeing them perform live at Lollapalooza the summer I graduated high school. T renting Roadside Prophets on one of our first at-home movie nights because Adam Horovitz was in it. Discovering the merits of Hello Nasty and Check Your Head. And most recently, watching the Fight For Your Right (Revisited) video non-stop, with its never-ending cameos.
I don't normally get upset when celebrities die, but Adam Yauch is hitting me pretty hard. He was way too young to die from cancer. Cancer sucks.
He was the coolest Buddhist out there.
I'm sad.


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