Adam Yauch - 1964-2012

[smith7800]

Thanks for everything, Adam.

[BBoyLimpin]

I do not really post on here despite being a member, I am however a contsant reader.

I just do not know how to express my sadness. The boys have been a part of my life since I was 13 years of age and losing Adam Yauch is like losing a family member. The amount of pleasure I have got from their music is immeasurable.

I was so sure after seeing videos of the guys fooling around dressed as old men and seeing the cover of "The Sounds Of Science", that we would get to see all three grow old together, still friends (and hopefully still musicians) after all those years.

When I think back to the times I have seen them live - in person, or footage of them - they always had so much FUN and it was infectious. Goofing around, making each other laugh, making the crowd smile and have a blast, just to know that is over is heartbreaking.

Adam was a gentle soul, that much is obvious and it just seems to make this news all the more sad. So to Adam H and Mike D, my thoughts are with you, you lost a brother and we lost an icon. To Adam Yauchs' family I am so sorry for your loss but please know that he was loved beyond measure by us the fans and he will never be forgotten.

MCA's gotta new name and that new name is LEGEND.

RIP Adam Yauch, AKA MCA - Cause You Know You're My Mellow. I love you, man.

[djB]

He certainly lived life to the fullest.
A real inspiration.

[KingSpanner]

It took all of your posts for me to realize how much of my musical taste / clothing style / lifestyle now was influenced by the Beastie Boys. It's sad to wonder what Adam and Mike will do without him, or if they'll do anything at all. Reading RIP MCA is like reading RIP Beastie Boys, because I just don't think they'd go at it without him.

[RobMoney$]

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

R.I.P. Old friend. Thank You for the inspiration.