Mmmmm....
........Cheesy.
........Cheesy.
I know yesterday was Derby Day for a lot of people, but for the moment I care more about hip-hop than I do about big hats, horses, and mint juleps. ... Plus, Matt forgot the bourbon for the juleps.
But anyway.
For me and millions of other people around the world, yesterday was MCA Day. In which we celebrate the life and legacy of the amazing Adam Yauch, aka MCA of the Beastie Boys.
There are a thousand different things I could say here. But I'll try to keep it simple and to the point of this blog.
The Beastie Boys rock.
And one of the major reasons for that was, is, and will always be Adam Yauch. He is the visionary. The force of movement. The REASON they are so beloved and will be remembered through history. A director, a writer, a father, a brother. The one to say: Hey, let's do THIS, and we'll make it work.
And they LOVE food.
One of the reasons they took so long to put out albums is that they were too busy eating and goofing around with each other.
Delivering Colonel Sanders down to Davy Jones's locker.
Eating crazy cheese like you'd think they're from Paris.
Popping open a bottle of Chateauneuf-du-pap.
Hell, even letting some chef boyardee cool in the pot.
One of their albums -- 2004's To the Five Burroughs -- actually makes you hungry. If you're not drooling by the end of that thing, something's wrong with you.
Witness this intro to "Shazam," from that album:
I sneak a chicken tikka
Masala at a gala event;
I represent that stupid, that's for sure.
You be like "oh yeah Adam, real mature."
I'd like a lettuce, tomato, and muenster on rye.
All this cheese is gonna make me cry.
Gorgonzola, Provolone...
Don't even get me started on this microphone.
And that's most of the way in, for pete's sake.
So... I celebrated the life of Adam Yauch by listening to his music, watching his films, and eating a damn good sandwich. I'd say rest in peace, but I have a feeling he's still here. Spreading his crazy positive go-for-it energy to everyone who dares receive it.
New York State Senate Resolution J4637-2001
There are a thousand different things I could say here. But I'll try to keep it simple and to the point of this blog.
The Beastie Boys rock.
And one of the major reasons for that was, is, and will always be Adam Yauch. He is the visionary. The force of movement. The REASON they are so beloved and will be remembered through history. A director, a writer, a father, a brother. The one to say: Hey, let's do THIS, and we'll make it work.
And they LOVE food.
One of the reasons they took so long to put out albums is that they were too busy eating and goofing around with each other.
Delivering Colonel Sanders down to Davy Jones's locker.
Eating crazy cheese like you'd think they're from Paris.
Popping open a bottle of Chateauneuf-du-pap.
Hell, even letting some chef boyardee cool in the pot.
One of their albums -- 2004's To the Five Burroughs -- actually makes you hungry. If you're not drooling by the end of that thing, something's wrong with you.
Witness this intro to "Shazam," from that album:
I sneak a chicken tikka
Masala at a gala event;
I represent that stupid, that's for sure.
You be like "oh yeah Adam, real mature."
I'd like a lettuce, tomato, and muenster on rye.
All this cheese is gonna make me cry.
Gorgonzola, Provolone...
Don't even get me started on this microphone.
And that's most of the way in, for pete's sake.
So... I celebrated the life of Adam Yauch by listening to his music, watching his films, and eating a damn good sandwich. I'd say rest in peace, but I have a feeling he's still here. Spreading his crazy positive go-for-it energy to everyone who dares receive it.
New York State Senate Resolution J4637-2001
