Thinking of you, Scott Ryan
Today I thought of an old friend, because of the passing of Beastie Boy member Adam Yauch and I say old friend because I knew him and his family practically all my life.
I also say old friend because I haven’t seen him for a very long time.
And I also say old friend, because even though he may not be with us physically, his spirit lives in all of us.
I miss you Scotty.
I remember when I was introduced to the Beastie Boys – it was Scotty Ryan. He called me up and told me to come over to do “whatever it was”…so I did. I walked that dreaded train track that followed along Lyman Avenue to Scotty’s house from 165th Street so many times by then I knew exactly how many steps it took to get there.
(a bit of an exaggeration, but you get my point)
When I got to his house he immediately took me to his room so I could hear this new rap band. What was so weird about this was that they were ALL WHITE. There were other white rap groups – but they sucked.
(even Kid Rock was known then, but he REALLY sucked – remember “Yodelin’ in the Valley”?)
The Beastie Boys were different. What made them different was that they were actually good. They rocked. Yeah, we know that RUN DMC helped them BIG time, wrote some of their BIGGEST hits…so what?
They pulled it off.
Plus, RUN DMC saw something in these guys, that’s why they staked their reputation on them. RUN DMC is a rap group that pioneered the way for A LOT of black rap artists and for them to put up three white dudes from New York…something’s up.
Anyway, Scotty put the cassette in his “boom box” that was underneath his bedroom window that faced the driveway and blared away.
The first thing I heard from the Beastie Boys was… “No sleep ’till… (nah nah – na naah…) …Brooklyn!”
(I fell instantly in love and was going to base my entire life around their philosphy…not one of my better judgements)
I looked at Scott and we started laughing, Scott was laughing so hard he accidentally drooled on the inside of cassette case.
I remember him saying, “Aw, man,” looking down at the cassette as he used the bottom of his shirt to wipe it up. He looks at me…looking at me in a way to see if I saw him drool on his shit – I did.
He walked past me, with that infamous grin on his face, “That sucked, ” I heard him say.