“I want to say a little something that’s long overdue
The disrespect to women has got to be through
To all the mothers and sisters and the wives and friends
I want to offer my love and respect to the end.”
this afternoon, upon hearing of adam yauch’s death, i did what likely all decent humans under the age of 45 with access to the internet did - i played every single beastie boys song i could think of. it was cathartic and awesome until i started up “sure shot,” and then the heart fuzzies flared up and it quickly became really bummertown inside my cubicle. i heard “to all the mothers and sisters and the wives and friends…” and i felt immediately sad. i stayed that way all day.
the thing that continued to pop up in my mind when i was reminded of mca was that he began all of this crushing beer cans over peoples heads and rapping about smoking dust and stealing every single guy’s girlfriend within a 30 mile radius, yet he ended it as a peace-loving, feminist, philanthropic buddhist with a wife and a daughter and the kind of legacy left where only the nice things are ever said. those kinds of legacies don’t even exist anymore because we have idiots and we have the internet, but this one stands.
he wasn’t here long but he did it like it was meant to be done.