It’s just so incredibly sad about Adam Yauch. Like so many twenty- and thirty-somethings, the Beastie Boys have always been a big part of my life. There was a period in the mid-nineties when you couldn’t turn on MTV without seeing the amazing video for “Intergalactic.” And “No Sleep till Brooklyn” was one of the last songs played at our wedding. I have always admired the band’s sense of humor, their creativity, and their vision.
Unfortunately, I never got to see them perform live and I’m envious that it was Eric’s first show. Ken and I did see him in the West Village one summer afternoon several years ago. He had a wife, kid, and skateboard in tow — he looked way more hip New York dad than seminal rapper. It was very cool.
Friday night Ken and I made dinner and played through a few Beastie Boys records. Even though I felt so sad, I couldn’t help but shimmy around the kitchen. Those boys had beat.
So to keep that dance party going, in MCA’s honor, here’s one of my favorite Beastie songs. Hey ladies! Get funky!