When I first heard the Beastie Boys’ music, I hated it. Even though I was just a kid and my “higher” musical sensibilities had not been completely formed yet, “(You Gotta) Fight for Your Right (to Party)” seemed like the epitome of everything I despised in pop music—it was stupid, mindless and nothing more than a bunch of annoying white boys co-opting hip hop music.
It wasn’t until I saw them perform in concert with Run DMC and then later heard their album “Paul’s Boutique” that I started to come around. I found a complexity and a maturity in their work that I hadn’t noticed before. What I respond to more than anything is surprise and these guys surprised me in a major way. I became a fan.
I was introduced to Beastie Boy Adam Yauch some years ago by Flea from the Red Hot Chili Peppers and though I only spent an hour or so talking with him, Yauch was nothing like I expected. There was no rock star bravado or ego. By then, he was married with a young daughter, a committed activist (his big cause was Tibetan independence) and pursuing his interest in film and art. He was an interesting and sensitive soul and impressed me in a way that most celebrities don’t.




















