So I’m here in Dublin, Ireland at the moment. We got up at 7am this morning to get a ferry over here, that took 7 hours and involved myself, Jim, Andy and Carl sat at a table talking about everything and anything while the rest of the guys slept in a cabin. We’re now at a venue just grabbing what internet time we can as we have no dressing room. The show is a late one with doors at 11pm. We took a walk into town earlier and Jim headed into a noodle bar to grab some food. He came out and walked straight over to me with the news “Ryan, MCA is dead”. Both Jim and myself are MASSIVE Beastie Boys fans so it really is a very sad day to hear this. I thought from the emails MCA had been sending out over the last 18 months that his battle with cancer was victorious but it seems it took its toll more than we knew.
I don’t normally harp on about well known individuals dying but MCA was part of a 3 piece group that formed the early years of my introduction to punk and hip hop. When I was 14 (I think), I picked up a copy of Hello Nasty and my music world was never the same again. It pushed me to look into more hip hop and rap, and then also introduced me to the earlier works of the band like ‘Check Your Head’ and ‘Ill Communication’ which gave me a taste of the early stages of the music I have come to love and live around to this day. Punk wasn’t something that was promoted a lot to me as a youth and the thrashy raw style of their sound gave me a rush which I hadn’t really got from any other sounds. Their music has been a part of my life ever since then, from the songs I played as I skateboarded with my friends, to the surf DVDs I watched before I got in my car to find some waves. Even in the quieter times I would listen to their jazz songs. Those jazz instrumentals really did open my eyes to the fact I loved jazz. It opened up the doorway to my dad and myself popping down the road to the pub in Falmouth on the rare occasion to listen to Jazz. I otherwise might have not wanted to if I had been educated to the sound.
Such a vast palet of music, from 3 guys. 2 of which who my thoughts now go out to. I can’t imagine how they feel to lose a leg of their musical tripod. Adam Yauch is pictured on the right of the above photo. I really don’t know what to say, because I am in no way writing this for sympathy to be sent to me, but to illustrate and say thank you to someone that gave me such a boost. His music filling my late nights at my desk colour grading, or my moments doing other things which required a bit more focus or a bit more drive. How can we replace someone like him? We really can’t. But we can all keep doing what we’re doing and try to live a better life to give back a little bit of inspiration to everyone. I feel success these days is a mutilated figure. Success is not the money you own, the car you drive, its the satisfaction in your soul. It’s also in how many people you inspire.
My way of saying thanks to people like MCA is by keeping doing what I do. There’s so much competition in the world of creativity right now, but the fact is, the more that consumes you, the more you lose your goals. I don’t care what camera someone’s shooting on. What jobs someone’s getting. What people they know. What friends they have. It’s all about putting out what you do, for others. I am sick and tired of giving a shit about anyone elses work. The only people I care about work wise, are people like MCA and the Beastie Boys. Part of the group of people I so often talk about, my ‘influencers’. You guys should do the same with whatever inspires you.