Adam Yauch Is A Dreamboat And Other Revelations From The Capitol Records Roundtable - GALA EVENT TONIGHT!
I would like to marry you and have 1000 of your Buddhist-rapper babies. While this may come across trite or ill conceived I assure you I am neither a crazy person nor a stalker fan. Of course I think you make great music, but what I’m saying is that I have not been harboring these feeling for two decades hoping that one day I’d have a chance to spring them on you. These are, in fact, very new feelings. About 24 hours old, actually.
Dinosaur tape recorder in hand, I showed up at Capitol Records yesterday with some silly questions and a simple hope that my contributions to the sit-down discussion would be intelligible and well received.
But then you and your handsome man-band arrived and I turned to jelly bits. I did this quietly. No one knew. I hid it.
And sure, Ad-Rock was cool. I dug his bowler hat and all the smart ass remarks. Yeah, Mike D was great, with his confessions of Barbie surf vans and his affection for footie pajamas. But you Mr. Yauch, you walked into that conference room with the coolest half-sneer this shy gal has ever seen, and then out flashed this big-eyed, warm smile, and that was that.