I didn’t know Adam Yauch, not really, though I knew people who did. I lived in New York at around the same time, walked the same streets, went to the same parties and shows. I remember someone putting a demo of “Cooky Puss” on a tape and sending it to me when I lived in England. Yeah, we listened to tapes then.
Today, I was sadder than I probably had a right to be when I heard that Adam, aka MCA, had left this plane. I’m sure as a Buddhist, and someone married to a Tibetan woman, he knew a thing or two about impermanence: the passing away of things that are precious to us, even our own lives, and the coming into being of other things, other people, other lives. Still, you have to think it’s sad that someone as creative as he was, and as young as he was (only 47) to leave so soon.
All I could remember, when I pictured his face throughout the day today, were the wry smiles, the silly grins, as well as the reverent bows to speakers like the Dalai Lama and others supporting the Tibetan cause for independence over the years. Maybe it’s good that most of us didn’t get to see him in pain. Maybe he saved us from that. But the world lost a great guy today, from what I can gather. Most people I know say he was kind and generous, devoted to making the world a better place for everyone to be. And I don;t think they’re just saying that to canonize the dead. You get the feeling just by looking at his actions that he cared, deeply, about life on this planet. We will miss him, and think of him, and hope to live up to the example he set.