No words, just sadness. Jeff Hanneman was only 49.
Such sad news to hear today that Adam Yauch, MCA of the Beastie Boys, passed away after a brave three year battle with cancer. The news of Yauch’s passing is truly a huge loss for the world of music, not just hip hop, as the Beastie Boys always transcended the imposed lines of musical genre. Yauch was a devout Buddhist, and was outspoken in his efforts to bring awareness to Tibet’s diminishing culture, due to Chinese oppression. During his battle with cancer, Yauch sought help from traditional Tibetan medicine. His activism and spirituality influenced the Beastie Boys music, propelling it to a higher level.
Beastie Boys, Heart Attack Man, Live in 1995 on SNL.
Chuck D once thanked Run DMC for being the first to prove that a DJ could be a band, and the Beastie Boys deserve the same praise. And it goes without saying that the Beasties’ could not have been without Adam Yauch. The band has always been in heavy rotation since I discovered them back in high school. Their instrumental record, ‘The Sound From Way Out‘, was the music playing while guests filed into the bar at my wedding reception. I’m sad thinking that MCA is no longer part of such a stellar musical equation, but I’m grateful that he was. Farewell, MCA. Me, my horsey, and a quart of beer salute you.
This is one of those celebrity death stories that I wish was a hoax, but sadly, it isn’t. Forever Monkee, Davy Jones passed away today from a heart attack at his home in Florida. Jones was only 66.
A very metal friend of mine commented that Jones was doing the Axl Rose shimmy, long before Axl was. And it’s true. Rest in Peace, Davy. The last train to Clarksville has officially left the station.
There are many things I’d like to thank Steve Jobs for. Top three? My husband, my job, and my 80 year-old Dad’s love of Apple, that allows him to keep being creative and in touch with me, even though he is 3000 miles away.
RIP, Steve Jobs. You leave this world better than it was when you came into it.
Right back at you, sir. Steven Tyler’s father, WWII veteran and Julliard trained musician, Victor Tallarico, was 95. R.I.P.
Moment of honesty, here. I saw Warrant once. And I liked it. I played the absolute shit out of Warrant’s 1989 debut, Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinking Rich. I even liked a song off of DRFSR’s follow-up record, Cherry Pie (Uncle Tom’s Cabin). Guilty.
Through the years, I always felt a twinge of sadness when a new mug-shot popped up. Lane’s appearances on Celebrity Rehab and Celebrity Fit Club, made me feel even worse. Mostly due to how drastically different he looked on both shows, even though he was still on the young-ish side of life. And because, in both cases, it appeared that he really wanted to change.
The news of Lane’s untimely passing tonight, alone in a hotel in Woodland Hills, adds an even thicker layer of sadness to the up’s and downs of Lane’s life. Especially over the last decade.
Rest in peace Jani. You made me get over my fear of white leather (I blame my white, fringed, 1989 cowboy boots on you). I strove to cultivate your big hair, even though it made my real hair fall out. Anyway, one thing is for sure. Heaven really isn’t too far away now. And I hear they serve cherry pie on Thursday. Sadness…
Full story as it stands now, via Blabbermouth.
8/12 Update: It’s now being reported that a 1/2 empty bottle of vodka, and a bottle of prescription pills were found in Lane’s hotel room. Cause of death is preliminary being called “accidental overdose” or possibly, “death from natural causes.” So, so, sad.