Beastie Boys Book

by Michael Diamond

Endless hours sitting in bedrooms, or on stoops (or whatever the suburban equivalent is to a stoop), waiting for a friend to show up. Waiting for something to happen. Waiting to have sex. Waiting to understand your weird parents. Waiting to understand anything in the world. Waiting to go somewhere else. It all needs a soundtrack. Your soundtrack. Since forever in time, we’ve all had our…“I just got dumped,” “I’m gonna break up with you,” “I’ll love you forever,” “No one gets it,” and “Entrance to the party” songs. It’s just easier to physically carry them with you now.

I mean, he was playing it LOUD and wasn’t fast-forwarding through shit. In the cassette era, that meant you were on to something.

It would give you uncomfortable insight into their whole life story. Pretty much every purchase for us was the result of some other guy having to give up his dream. It definitely added a tinge of the bittersweet to our otherwise good fortune.

Being enlightened is the best way to benefit all other beings—from that place you’re able to help more….And