R.I.P. MCA

I would see him on his skateboard riding through the streets of The East Village when I first moved to New York City.  It was like he was just one of us.  He'd hang out on our block at the music store testing out new guitar pedals. It was like he had inner peace.  It was like he was just one of us.

He was from Brooklyn.  He went to the same high school as my brother.  It was like he was just one of us.  Everyone I know is shocked.  Everyone I know is effected.  Everyone I know feels like they've lost their older brother.  Everyone I know can't believe he is gone.  He gave us so much through his music and inspired a new generation through his activism. I can't believe he's gone.  I turned on Check Your Head this afternoon.  This record was the soundtrack to my college.  And Paul's Boutique.  My wife's first job out of college was working for Grand Royal in Los Angeles.  She had just moved there from Nashville and they believed in my wife and gave her her first break in the business.   All she ever wanted to do in high school was to work with them and her dream came true. I can't believe how many people we know that have passed away from this disease. This isn't right. R.I.P. MCA.