No Sleep Till Brooklyn, Beastie Boys
Really, it made perfect sense at the time.
No Sleep Till Brooklyn, Beastie Boys
Really, it made perfect sense at the time.
A little bit more than two months, at this point.
So What’Cha Want, Beastie Boys
It’s my website and I’ll like the Beastie Boys if I want to.
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.
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?