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I wanted to be a rapper, or RIP MCA
By now, ya'll probably know that Adam Yauch, aka MCA of the Beastie Boys has died.
I'm no super Beastie Boys fan. Can't say I bought/owned any of their albums, though I did find a copy of "Licensed to Ill" on tape at my parents house, and in an odd coincidence I've been blasting it on my car stereo for the last week.
But the band does have a place in my heart.
In fifth grade I wanted to be a rapper mostly because my brother had and played that tape. Obviously, I had no idea what the songs were about, but I super loved the way they toyed with the cadence. I loved the wordplay and there were tons of lines I would recite over and over.
Much later I had a similar experience with the Ghetto Boy's "We Can't Be Stopped" but that is another story.
What I didn't fully realize until today was how ingrained the Beastie Boys (especially "Check Your Head" and "Ill Communication") were in my highschool life. In 1992 it was "So What'cha Want" and Primus' "Jerry Was a Race Car Driver" like on a constant loop.