Like most children(yup, even the geeky white ones) that 'came of age' in the 1980's, I actually owned two rap/hip-hop records(well, cassettes): Raising Hell, by Run-D.M.C. and Licensed to Ill by The Beastie Boys. Of the two, I probably liked Raising Hell a little better, while thinking The Beastie Boys were a little 'naughtier'. I didn't really follow either band, instead jumping on the Garth Brooks bandwagon(The Beastie Boys music got kind of strange for my taste'. So, when I heard that Adam Yauch, MCA of The Beastie Boys, died yesterday, it didn't so much hit me as a loss to the music industry, as a sucker punch to the memories of teen-age years, and another one of those 'thudding footsteps of my approaching mortality'.
Whitney Houston, MCA, and Junior Seau are not old people. Now, with the concession that not one of them lived what one might call a 'safe lifestyle' of working, snuggling with their family on the couch, and blogging, they are folks of my generation. This is different from Roy Orbison and George Harrison passing away.
In a related note about 'high risk' lifestyles, we have some friends that made the trip over from the west-side last night(through snow in the passes) so today we have a baby-sitter so we can go do what all grown-ups do in the Columbia Valley now, some wine-tasting. Our sitter is lined up for the afternoon time frame, so we can be safely back inside before all the crazies and amateur start getting their margarita's and tequila on 'celebrating' Cinco De Mayo.
Any excuse for a party...
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