I can hardly believe it’s been five years. I became a huge Beastie Boys fan waaaaaaaaaay back in the early 1990s when I saw one of their music videos on MTV. I was decidedly much younger than their core audience (I was born in 1982), but that didn’t matter much to me. I thought they were great, and I still do. They definitely stand out in my music library, as I don’t have anything else that remotely sounds like them, but I like that they found a way into this Frank Sinatra, Pink Floyd, jazz music loving heart of mine. I remember not believing he was actually dead; I came home from work that evening and went to Twitter, as I always do, and saw a lot of Beastie Boys-related stuff trending. I didn’t think much of it until I clicked on “Paul’s Boutique” and saw tweet after tweet from people expressing a mixture of condolences and shock that Adam Yauch (MCA if you’re nasty) had died. You could have knocked me over with a feather. I knew he was sick, but I didn’t think it had reached that point. Apparently the night the Beastie Boys were inducted into the RRHoF, he had to enter hospice care, which is basically making you comfortable until the end comes, because there’s nothing more that can be done.
RIP Adam — you are well and truly missed.