Beasite Boys - No Sleep Til Brooklyn
The first time I met Adam, I was in High School and the Beastie Boys were playing the MSU Auditorium. It was a $5 show. I was on far more hallucinogens than one person has any right to take and flat on my back in the grass outside the venue. This guy who introduced himself as Ricky Powell told me that he was taking pictures for the band’s photo album and snapped a shot of me chewing air. He took several photos because he wanted to get both my face and the whole of my t-shirt that read “I Love Chicks With Big Tits”.
Then he asked if I could get them some mushrooms. I yelled to my friend Jessica, who came running and we were dragged onto the tour bus. And we sold mushrooms to one of my favorite bands ever.
A few years later, my company was enlisted by Nasty Little Man to help with regional support on a few Beastie Boys tours. I was thrilled to get to actually work with them. Even more so when they remembered me as the guy with great shrooms.
Only a few years ago, one of the greatest memories I will ever have was when they agreed to play a short set for my birthday just after Jen and I bought the place in Williamsburg. The Beasties. In my house.
We miss you already, Adam.
Love.
Adam Yauch - August 5, 1964 - May 4, 2012
