You can’t, you won’t and you don’t stop
The very first thing I searched for on the internet was information about the Beastie Boys’ magazine Grand Royal. Back in 1994, we were living in the land of dial-up modems which took forever to go through the motions, but you were prepared to wait. Hell, you had to wait. You had no other choice. I can’t remember what I found out about Grand Royal on that first search, but I know that the magazine’s approach to content – music, culture, fashion and random stuff which would have made absolutely no sense in any other context – was just what I wanted from a magazine. I wasn’t alone. Those Beastie Boys knew what they were doing.
I’m not the only one reliving the band’s heyday in the wake of the very sad news about Adam “MCA” Yauch on Friday. It’s telling that this death has had so much of an effect on so many people from their twenties to forties. The Beastie Boys were a key band for this generation because they embraced the cultural and artistic possibilities of the age.
Three savvy New Yorkers who hit the high spots during hip-hop’s golden age, they naturally went on to do lots of different stuff as the years passed by. Like their peers, standing still and repeating yourself was never an option. They were still rhyming – last year’s “Hot Sauce Committee Part 2″ album, by the way, is a peach – but they were also involved in everything from art exhibitions (Mike Diamond has just curated Transmission LA for the Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles) to film-making (Yauch’s Oscilloscope Laboratories produced flicks like that great basketball doc Gunnin’ For That #1 Spot, Irishman Lance Daly’s Kisses and tons more). Why stick to one thing when you have the chance and the talent to have a go at many things?
But it was the music which was the real special sauce. Every single album was a spectacular bum-rush of bad-ass funky sounds (“Paul’s Boutique”, “Check Your Head” and “Ill Communication” continue to display incendiary smarts in this department and not just when it comes to canny crate-digging) and brilliant, eminently quotable one-liners and zingers. Live, they started out as snotty punk rock brats and morphed into an act who could work a GAA field (Galway, 1998) or tent (Electric Picnic, 2007) to the bone. I saw them several times over the years – those two shows, Dublin’s Tivoli in 1994 and the RDS the following year – and they never failed to convince.
After the jump, you’ll find an interview I did with all three of them back in 1998 before that Galway show. You rarely get to interview all the members of a band together (most times, you don’t want that), but with the Beastie Boys, it made perfect sense (or nonsense, depending on their mood). All for one, one for all.
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