RIP MCA. Really. As a Jew from the east coast, I practically feel like we were related somehow.
It’s pretty common when you grow up in a Jewish family, to think your only calling in life is to be a doctor, a lawyer, an accountant, or something that involves a suit and waking up incredibly early. You never think you have the potential to do anything exciting. When I was first introduced to the Beastie Boys- I was inspired. I was like, look- these guys are a bunch of dorky Jews, like me- but they managed to embrace it , and be fucking bad asses at the same time.
The first time I smoked pot was in the 9th grade, with a few friends, listening to Licence to Ill. I got really high, and couldn’t handle socializing with everyone else there (I was the only one in the room who was getting high for the first time so, and I totally lied about it and said I had done it before so I was feeling kinda weird) so I went into another room, and wrote down the lyrics to Paul Revere in a notebook. Not really sure why… but this seemed to have the answers to all the problems of the universe at the time.
Anyways, yeah. That’s my random MCA memory- it’s a tragedy that he died so young.
Rest in Peace!!