What’s the time? It’s time to get ill on Caleb, Josh, Harrison and Hayden. That’s what time it is.
First of all REST IN PEACE MCA. A member of a revolutionary band of real New Yorkers that gave us some of the best beats ever made. Thank you. Now…
I can see it now – in many spots in the LES and Nieuw Breukelen - candles, memorials, gatherings, posters, t-shirts, toasts, tributes and Beastie Boy re-mixes done on parentally funded Macbooks in filthy hipsters bars for MCA all done by mother fuckers who within the last 10 years were eating Auntie M’s pretzels in some fucking mall in the MidWest and trading Pokemon cards while waiting for their mommies to pick them up in Subarus and Volvos to chauffer them back to their cul-de-sacs. But now these mouth-breathers are suddenly gritty New Yorkers with unwashed hair, sperm destroying tight jeans and moldy Converse sneakers – oh yeah, and hold a liberal arts degree.
I find nothing wrong in liking the Beastie Boys no matter what part of the country you’re from or what your age is, however, these “like yah” saying transplants will be doing these memorials less as a tribute to MCA and more of a tribute to themselves for discovering New York and being gritty urban pioneers or, as we know them, transplanted pussy hipsters. It’s just another excuse to say “yah, yah like cheers MCA, we are like making Brooklyn and all of New York better and better each day, yah.”