I will drink some brass monkey in his honor

So sad.

And makes me feel really old all of a sudden.

Sid

I now have BB playing on my work PC....RIP old friend.

it's all over the press now. Condolences to his family - especially wife and daughter. Safe passage Adam.

PB

Too young. What a shame.

He had some catchy songs that I came to appreciate more in retrospect than when they were first released.

Second shocking celebrity death this week (Junior Seau being the other).

totally sad news. I hope the play the hall of fame, there a lot people that would probably love to help them out.

M.C. for what I AM and do
the A is for Adam and the lyrics; true
so as pray and hope and the message is sent
and I AM living in the dreams that I have dreamt
because I'm down with the three the unstoppable three
me and Adam and D. were born to M.C.
and my body and soul and mind are pure
not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
just lyrics from I to you recited
arrested, bailed but cuffed and indicted
enter the arena as I take center stage
the lights set low and the night has come of age
take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is special
for I AM a bard but not the last one
I'm my own king and this is my castle
dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the past
seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last

Like Levon Helm, another good friend I never met.

He was my favorite BB and will be sorely missed. RIP Adam.

RIP MCA.

Somewhere around 15 years ago, my band was the house band for awhile at a legendary club at the base of a famous snowboarding mountain up in Washington St. Adam was a snowboarder, and was at one of our shows. He came up to me during a break between sets, and asked if he could use our bass player's bass and play some until we returned from break. I said, sure, and our bass player said it was ok, and we were all delighted to have a Beastie Boy jam on our stage during our break. Then he got up on stage with someone I didn't know, and I allowed this person to use my guitar.

Unfortunately, they were shit faced drunk out of their minds, and proceeded to play an astounding cacophony of sounds far removed from anything that might be recognized as music by other human beings. This went on for maybe 15 minutes in front of a pretty drunk but gracious crowd, and past the time when it was time for us to start our next set.

Finally the club owner, a crusty local business woman I'd known for several years, gets up from her bar stool and comes over to me, her trademark long brown More cigarette dangling from her lips, and looks me in the eyes and says, "Honey...that's your stage. and you need to get them off of it right fucking now".

It took me several attempts to get them to stumble off the stage, but I finally succeeded, much to their drunken displeasure.

Anyway, I had the unforgettable dubious honor of throwing a Beastie Boy off my stage.

Bon voyage, Adam. Sorry about that.