Saturday, 5 May 2012

THE BEASTIE BOYS - "TRIPLE TROUBLE" (HD) . . . . CLIP DIRECTED BY THE UBER ALTER EGO, "NATHANIEL HORNBLOWER". . . . MCA, MIKE D AND AD-ROCK, PUTTING THE CHEESE BACK INTO THE HOOD . . . . TRYIN TO PSYCHE MYSELF OUT OF THE FUNK I'VE BEEN IN ALL DAY . . . . THERE HAVE BEEN SOME POSITIVES THOUGH . . . .

This is how it went for me this morning . . . . up at six to be greeted by a clear blue sky after two weeks of pissy drizzle and scudding cloud . . . . shit, shower and shave, upstairs, glass of o.j, make my double strength Mocona, light my first Smokin Joe's red for the day, sit down, open laptop and into my world of kindred spirits and assorted social misfits, miscreants and weirdos . . . . brain still attempting to hotwire itself into full functionality . . . . first post check out is Nelson at 'Pakajunk', RIP MCA it reads, hmmmm, that's a bummer, he's left the Beasties, post comment to that effect, go to next post . . . . it's 'ATR', Mr Webber has his post titled 'Adam Yauch RIP', then the synapses and the motor neurons all of a sudden find their mark and it's 'what the fuck !!!!!' . . . . brain's now thumping on the inside of my skull, FUCK, he's not left the band, HE'S FUCKING DEAD !!!!! Now in a state of dazed hyper drive, I scroll down to Max at '4Q Conditioning' . . . . confirmed, Adam Yauch has gone, I read through the Schaafster's excellently touching obit/life-yarn and exit stage left pursued by a Black Dog . . . .  the sky no longer looks quite so blue, my coffee tastes like dirt and the scoot pales into 'just another bike' territory, lid on, jacket on, gloves on, specs on, hit the frog and toad, there was never any chance of leaving this sadness on the doorstep, the news and the black dog follow me for four hours in the saddle . . . . all the way home. Put on 'Paul's Boutique' in the car on the way to get new tires fitted, at last, some respite from the nagging, dumb sensation that have been shadowing my day . . . . I had no idea this event would touch me so heavily and so fucking completely . . . . some things you just can't ever predict, some things can be so powerful you just can't fathom it until later on . . . . some things are all pervading when you least expect it.

'Nathaniel Hornblower' was 47 years old, three years younger than I and too fucking young, in that time, this zany Jewish kid from Brooklyn helped shift the direction of not just hip hop and rap, but modern popular music, he wrote it, directed music vids, sold millons of albums, played to millions of people and he helped the Beasties make folks laugh . . . . he drew attention to the plight of Tibet, it's people and their struggle, met the Dalai Lama too I think, he was a social activist of the best kind and he made a difference.

Today he did something else special and wonderful and I think we all felt it here in Blogland . . . . today, Adam Yauch, aka MCA, aka Nathaniel Hornblower, aka Beastie Boy, brought a shitload of disperate, divergent and dedicated bike lovers from around the world together in a show of respect for him and his music that clearly demonstrates how much he and his beloved fellow Beasties have touched our lives . . . . and that's a fucking beautiful thing.

REST AND RAP IN PEACE ADAM YAUCH . . . . WE'LL BE MISSIN YA.

***** CLICK ON POST TITLE TO WATCH MCA AND THE BEASTIES DOIN "TRIPLE TROUBLE" . . . . I FUCKED WHEN POSTING AND THE VID VANISHED UP IT'S OWN ORIFICE . . . . SORRY.

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