Think back to when you were a kid. Try to remember what caused you to gravitate toward punk rock in the first place. It may have been the loud guitars, the fast drums, the rolling bass, the harsh vocals, sure. But what made you stay? Chances are, so long as you allowed your mind to naturally…
i know i said this last time, but this is really the best one yet. ‘faith’ at #1, ‘i found someone,’ ‘u got the look’ and ‘i could never take the place of your man,’ multiple dirty dancing cuts, ‘the way you make me feel,’ pet shop boys/dusty, FLEETWOOD MAC (hi joles), ‘hourglass,’ ‘tell it to my heart,’ a bunch of freestyle hits… you can pretty much figure me out almost entirely by listening to this playlist. (well maybe.) just sad that the original versions of ‘(got my mind) set on you’ and ‘silent morning’ are unavailable.
One night, about fourteen years ago, I watched a movie at Adam Yauch’s apartment.
It was a movie about the Tibetan struggle for liberation, a cause he deeply cared about, and I was invited — I think — because he knew about my background with the Hare Krishna movement and the time I spent in India. From what I can recall, he had something to do with the production of the film, and the version we watched was a rough edit. He was looking for criticism, suggestions, feedback. I have no idea if it ever got made.
Yauch lived in Soho back then, in a humble, but elegant apartment with high ceilings and museum-white walls; his living room tastefully furnished in a warm, but minimal style. If anything, I remember walking inside and being somewhat underwhelmed. It was nice and all, but I had assumptions about millionaires, goddammit, and Yauch resisted every last one of them. He didn’t even shake my hand when we met. He hugged me.
There were only five or six of us there, and Yauch made sure to circulate the conversation around the room — as if to ensure the night wasn’t all about him. I remember thinking that his humility in real life was so palpable that it might be impossible to listen to an old Beastie Boys record ever again with credulity. When you’ve been in the same band for thirty years, that time you bragged about sipping “def ale with all the fly women” loses its ring with maturity. But for Yauch, the transformation from malt-liquor-loving rap star to contemplative-unpretentious-Buddhist was so seamless, it defied explanation. Unlike Madonna, who announced her conversion to Jewish mysticism with a red string bracelet and very little else, we accepted Yauch’s change because we perceived his change.
It would be disingenuous to say I’m not upset by the news of his passing, but I am also comforted by the fact that I’ve met lifelong Hindu monks who seemed less at peace with themselves than Adam Yauch. You can only imagine the type of person you need to be to leave such an impression on someone — especially after only one night, fourteen years ago.
I actually adore this band
Look mom! We’re in AP.
Pick one up may 1st.
Total hotness. I love these people!
So important.
Maybe the ultimate dancing school jam.
I love this song. Period.Top ten Maura song ever, trufax.
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Spotted on the blog of a punk club. I have a lot more to say about this later, as this spurred on some thoughts.
