On May 4, Beastie Boys founding member Adam "MCA" Yauch passed away after a lengthy battle with cancer. He was just 47.
My greatest Beasties memory is when I got the Ill Communication CD. I had just bought my first real "stereo" -- you remember, the component system with the receiver and the 5-CD player -- I played that thing so loud that it made the CD skip because my speakers were too close to the CD player. Fucking right, dude. I can still see 24-year-old me sitting on the floor of my bedroom (I still lived at home) letting the sounds of songs like Sure Shot and Sabotage wash over me. I'm surprised I still have my hearing. What?
But nothing gets me like Get It Together... I can help but bounce in my seat.
This past Friday, we lost the Queen of Disco when Donna Summer lost her battle with lung cancer. She was 63.
I often forget all the amazing songs Ms. Summer graced us with throughout her career. MacArther Park, Hot Stuff, Bad Girls (one of my all time favorites... toot toot, hey, beep beep!) and She Works Hard for the Money. But no song caused as much controversy as Love to Love You Baby in all it's moaning, orgasmic awesomeness. It became one of the first ever disco hits to be released in an extended form... perverts.
I'm surprised I haven't heard this as the soundtrack for a hot RPattz video. Someone get on that fast.
And today, Robin Gibb of the Bee Gees succumbed to the colon and liver cancer that had been fighting for years. He was 62.
The Bee Gees were the fucking cat's meow when I was a kid. My mom had an album -- it had to be a greatest hits compilation and I can remember putting on the ol' headphones and listening to songs like Tragedy and Stayin' Alive a million times. I even had a Bee Gees lunchbox when I was a kid. No joke. Oh and one of those giant posters that came with the markers and you had to color it in yourself. I'm pretty sure I never finished coloring the Gibbs brothers. Shame.
I'm sure somewhere John Travolta is getting an inappropriate massage in memory of the Bee Gees.
I know we run the gamut of age groups here at Twitarded but I imagine you all have one or two memories of at least one of these amazing musicians. Can you top my lunchbox? Have at it in the comments.