ADAM YAUCH (aka M.C.A., born 1964) serves as the centering, stabilizing influence at the center of the tsunami of the sophomoric that is The Beastie Boys. Sort of. When Licensed to Ill came out, we were enthralled. It was the only thing that my entire high school ever had in common — blacks, whites, Jews and Gentiles, boys and girls, the Doc Marten kids in their Clash shirts and the docksider set in their pink polos with the collars turned up against the gentle winds of privilege. Everyone was together, however briefly, in their unadorned love of this flawed, childish, single-mindedly perfect album. (And it didn’t hurt that they were following up “Cookiepuss” — a local icon. Carvel played such an inexplicably large role in regional culture that our high school’s most popular band’s signature tune was a hardcore version of the Carvel theme song.) Generally though, we’ve all not grown up together; and this is what is most comforting about The Beastie Boys: like ours, their edits, additions, and subtractions (Yauch has embraced Buddhism, directing, and even a beard) have been largely decorative, superficial. With certain exceptions. Although they once sang “M.C.A.’s in the back because he’s skeezin’ with a whore,” now when the Beasties play “No Sleep till Brooklyn” live it’s “M.C.A.’s in the back at the Mahjong hall.”
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