Toggle navigation. Art By: Joe Cassara. Mention PO Box goodies I've been working on my data flow. Make my data work for me. With shell scripts. Tired of computers making me work a certain way. Timecodes People! The movie, directed by Beastie Boys' longtime collaborator and friend Spike Jonze, was shot last year, over the course of three nights at the Kings Theatre in Brooklyn. But it has the feel of a ''one-night-only'' special: Cues are botched, marks are missed, and some admittedly lame jokes don't land.
They started as Budweiser-swilling party monsters; they grew into introspective, respected elders of the hip-hop scene, without ever losing their sense of humor.
The only pallor hanging over the proceedings is the early death of the third Beastie Boy, Adam ''MCA'' Yauch'--who lost his life after a nearly three-year cancer battle in It was Yauch's vision that helped form the group; in the film, Horovitz gets choked up remembering the Bonnaroo performance that would become their last.
I spoke with Horovitz, Diamond, and Jonze via Zoom, for a rollicking, minute interview that was a bit like moderating a reunion between three old college friends'--or three littermate puppies that have been separated for the day. After several wardrobe changes and Zoom backdrop adjustments, our conversation veered from Yauch's culinary skills to Madonna, the Bulls to Mike D's desire to make a documentary about farts. What clicked? Spike Jonze: I was shooting photos of them for a magazine that me and my friends had, called Dirt, in We were recording the interview on a cassette recorder, and they brought one too.
They said, ''We're going to record this interview too, to make sure our quotes are printed correctly. Jerry Lewis used to do it, and he told us to do it too. It's our own fault, really. We were about 21 when we met Spike, and he was only When you're 21, and we had Licensed to Ill come out'--which was incredibly successful and sold millions of copies'--you kinda think you're the shit. We were in Los Angeles, recording our follow-up, Paul's Boutique, and we were still jerks a little bit.
