I’ll always remember seeing the orange-jumpsuited Beastie Boys at Lollapalooza ‘94, back when it was “cool” to throw things on-stage. (But, seriously, what genius came up with the idea of, “Hey, I really like these guys! I’m going to throw this empty cup at them! Maybe then they’ll appreciate me, too!”)
Out of the four people on-stage at the time (Hurricane was the honorary “fourth Beastie”) and the three bands I’d seen prior that day , MCA was the first to say, “What gives? We’re up here putting on a show for you and this is how you thank us? Alright, here’s the deal - the next piece of trash that gets thrown up here means we’re done.” The crowd behaved for a few minutes and then, sure enough, someone chucked up an empty plastic bottle. It whizzed right past MCA’s head and in the middle of “Pass The Mic”, he said, “Alright, fuck you. We’re done.”
He began to walk offstage, turned around, and noticing the rest of the group was not following suit, went back to the song. He may have felt defeated, but he chose to stay with his group and fight (for his right to parrrrrrrrr-tay!) I’d like to think this was how he chose to deal with his cancer, taking his temporary hiatus, canceling the release of Hot Sauce Committee, Vol 1 , then soldiering on after an operation to remove the cancer.
RIP Cochese, you will be missed.