I can't call myself a crazy fan of the Beastie Boys, but I had loved them and their music. A number of their tunes graced my mix tape for my 30th Birthday party, and Peter gave me their last album for my 41st birthday. This explains what a constant they were. The world was a better place for having their good humoured, fun and thoughtful tunes to shake your rump to. They bought rap to the masses and had more to say than talking about being a gangsta with bitches. Check out their song 'Too many rappers', highlighting the point that there is too much talking and nobody saying anything. Sadly.
The musician's death that really floored me was Kurt Cobain. Not surprising to those who know me and my 90's music leanings. I remember driving when the news came over the radio. I can even picture the section of the road I was on when I heard. He had recently overdosed on pills, so I assumed he'd died from heroin. Later that day more news came through about a shotgun. Horrific. Such a goddam waste. Nirvana were the biggest band at the time, and it just goes to show that fame and money can't buy you happiness or ensure that those who love you can save you.
I have mentioned many times in this blog how important music is in my life. Times and places all have soundtracks. I remember seeing news of John Lennon's death on the telly when I was 10. I didn't know who he was, and thought the pictures of the hairy beardy John with Yoko in their Bed Peace phase was just, well...kooky. The Beatles found me when I was about 16. My first boyfriend owned the vinyl box set of their albums and they just blew my mind. I read the 2 volume work by Ray Coleman - John Winston Lennon and John Ono Lennon sometime in my late teens. That was the time I cried for the loss of John. A complex and flawed man, but also a gifted musician and amazing peace activist.
The reality is that although I loved all the Beatles, the quiet one was my favourite. George was unassuming and cheeky, how could you not adore him? And although he only ever cracked a couple of songs per album, they were always killer. I read I, Me, Mine sometime in early 20s, and collected his solo albums. We have so much to thank him for, as he backed the Monty Python guys in making Life of Brian. When I heard news of his stabbing in 1999 I was horrified. How could anyone attack this quiet and lovely man? Luckily he survived, but lung cancer got him in 2001. It just seemed such a tragedy to loose another Beatle...and I cried for him too.
I have only known these (and many other) musicians through their words and tunes. They have all been part of my life and help shape who I am. They will never know how much their music has meant to me and what a gift their talent was. Adam's death is a great loss, but his music will always be part of me. R.I.P. MCA.
I want to thank them all for their influence on me, and the joy that is their music.