It’s been a really sad afternoon and evening for me. Adam Yauch, one of my longtime heros, died today. As usual, there are a million things that I’m supposed to be doing right now, but I just had to stop everything and grieve. I live in Brookyn, Adam’s hometown, and it feels like everyone should be pointing their stereo speakers out the window and blasting “Pass The Mic,” but no one is (me included). I feel like news stories about Adam should be rolling on every TV station in town, but there’s been little mention of him. It’s just a normal night in Brooklyn. Vibrant. Alive. Overflowing with life.
I know I truly love a band when I imagine that I’m in the band when I listen to their music. This hasn’t happened with very many musicians, but this feeling was probably the most intense with the Beastie Boys. I loved their music so much in the early 1990′s that I essentially dedicated my life to trying to become a Beastie. It was more than a long shot: it was nothing short of an entirely impossible quest. But I had no choice. There was no other reality worth seeking.
Close Encounter #1
Even though I became a true lifelong Beastie fan in the early nineties, my first close encounter with MCA took place 27 years ago. Continue reading

