This afternoon we learned that Adam Yauch died after a 3-year fight with cancer. Adam MCA Yauch, if you don't know, was one of the Beastie Boys, and spent most of his 47 years with the group. I was 8 years old when I first heard them, and I remember getting in trouble for screaming the words to "Brass Monkey" while on a class field trip. I remember thinking Ill Communication was one of the greatest hip-hop albums I ever heard, until Hello Nasty was released, and my then-boyfriend/ future husband purchased duplicate copies –on vinyl. We agreed their previous album was better, but that didn't stop us from playing it for 12 straight hours. (Also, the Hello Nasty album was yellow vinyl, in case you don't understand why I was so enamored.)
How to mourn the loss of one of the greatest influences of my childhood-adolescence-early adulthood? How to mourn such a big loss at such a young age to such a vile disease? I'm starting to realize that after the shock wears off, the first thing I feel isn't denial, depression, or anger. It's an overwhelming urge to celebrate life. So Lil and I booted up the computer, and found a trove of Beastie Boys vids on Youtube.
Lil was captivated, full of exuberance, and hungry...
Life celebrated.
Aw, man, I really think that Lil and Philip need to get together to do some dancing! That's just his style! ;)
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