End of an Era—- Kick it Root Down-
Ok so it’s like way back- circa ‘86. High school trip to Florida. We’re staying at a Holiday Inn or something with basically all of Stuyvesant ( but they let other schools go too). Late night- my friend and I sneak into one of the boys rooms—- bunch a passed out drunk HS football players——- we tip toe over beer cans and find the boom box. Beastie Boys cassette on deck. We put the volume up to 10 (or 11) and cue Brass Monkey up and place the boom box up to some random dude’s head——- then we press play. BRASS MONKEY comes blaring and we run out door — looking back we see guys looking around for us. See ya! And we skip back into our hotel room. Never forget that stupid moment. What can I say? 16 years old.
And when I think back to old school teenage years in New York City, Beastie Boys are almost always on that life soundtrack. And yes, it’s true. Everyone knew someone who knew them.
Always thankful for my youth. And everyone I know. Xo
