May
04
2012
2

RIP, Adam Yauch.

Well, f*ck.

Adam Yauch of the Beastie Boys, aka MCA, has passed away at age 47. He was diagnosed with cancer of his salivary gland in 2009.

A vocalist and bass player, Yauch co-founded the group in 1979 along with “Mike D” Diamond and Adam “Ad-Rock” Horowitz. Their music was an innovative hybrid of hardcore punk and hip-hop. Albums like Licensed to Ill, Paul’s Boutique, Check Your Head and Hello Nasty cemented their place among the most popular acts of the last 25 years. They reportedly sold more than 20 million albums domestically and 4o million worldwide.

Via AoSHQ. Guess that Steve Jackson Games going to have to revise Car Wars, now… what?  No, the Beastie Boys had cameos in that game world: they started a biker gang after the Food Riots started/will start, a few years from now.  Did quite well for themselves out it, too.  At least, by Car Wars standards.

Seriously, this is sad news: 47 is far too young, cancer is awful, and I liked the band.

Feb
24
2012
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This… works frighteningly well.

Procatinator.

They have a whole bunch of them, too.

Jul
27
2011
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QotD, I THINK This Is The Right Version edition.

Gilly Kay C-Man (that would be his hip-hop name, I’m certain*):

Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.

Word.

Moe Lane

*Go read Lepanto aloud – only in the style of The Beastie Boys – and then tell me that GK Chesterton wouldn’t be all over that.

Aug
29
2010
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“Sabotage.”


Sabotage, Beastie Boys

A little bit more than two months, at this point.

Jul
24
2010
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“So What’Cha Want.”


So What’Cha Want, Beastie Boys

It’s my website and I’ll like the Beastie Boys if I want to.

Jan
28
2010
1

“(You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party).”

Ladies and gentlemen: this is what ‘edgy’ looked like in 1986.


(You Gotta ) Fight For Your Right (To Party), Beastie Boys

Note that they felt the need to be grammatically precise in the title.

Jan
20
2009
1

Here’s an interesting question for the morning: which work of literature are you?

In the Fahrenheit 451 sense, that is. For those three or four individuals out there not aware of the book, it was set in a world where literature was banned and burned on sight, for reasons which were never adequately explained; and apparently the only way to keep books alive was to memorize them – probably because 99% of Golden Age SF/Fantasy writers were all about the flying cars, rather than convenient and ubiquitous data storage.

Not that I don’t love Ray Bradbury’s stuff anyway.

Anyway, I’m Gilbert Keith Chesterton’s Lepanto. I know that one so well that I can rap it Beastie Boys style (never listen to Licensed to Ill three times running while on a trip, is all I’m saying).

What are you?

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