Adam Yauch taught me that you could be a Jewish Buddhist who made hip-hop records, or that you could be a Jewish rapper who became a Buddhist. Either way.
Adam Yauch taught me you could be interested in many different media and genres and still be the same person, that camp wasn’t the only way to look back on pop culture excess and that when you’ve got a platform, you shouldn’t hold back from using it.
Mostly, he taught me that a middle-aged guy from Brooklyn could be the funkiest man in the room at any given time. I’m very glad that we had the Beastie Boys for as long as we did.
My heart hurts.