From a blog not too far from here, following a Beastie Boys concert at the Air Canada Centre (and with apologizes for the “stylized” lack-of-capitalization):
in the end…i think the ultimate realization i came to as i was leaving the acc was this: when i get old, i wanna be mca. i mean, i’d settle for being ad-roc or mike d, the group’s two other two “funky-ass jews”, but…damn, if mca isn’t the coolest guy in the entire history of the world i don’t know what to believe in anymore. the man dominates the stage by his mere presence–helped, i’m sure, by an assortment of the greatest costumes ever known to an arena spectacle (adidas tracksuits, foam and mesh caps, the same light blue tux that jim wears in american pie). it doesn’t matter what those other two…are doing: as long as mca is central and rocking the sure shot, the beastie boys are going to be a commanding live show. i should also mention that mca sings/raps some of my favourite beastie boys lines (“the disrespect of women” line from “sure shot”, for instance, not to mention the unbeatable “shazaam and abracadabra!” shout-out in “ch-check it out”), a fact that no doubt redoubles his coolness in this kid’s mind. like i said, i wanna be mca. badly.
Adam Yauch–a.k.a. MCA–died of cancer this morning aged forty-seven. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be as cool as him.
Quick addendum: here’s the setlist from that concert. The “Root Down”/”Sure Shot” double shot nearly annihilated the room.
Another quick addendum: check out Grantland’s obit. I like this.
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Cool, but also a good human being, which is a rare combo, especially in his field. I can't recall a musician of our generation dying and having such an effect on me.
We saw this concert together, yes? Or is this a different BBoys concert you speak of?