By: Justin Cook
My first CD was Hello Nasty by the Beastie Boys. My brother bought it for me. I loved the music video for “Intergalatic,” and he hooked me up. I was ecstatic—these were those badass dudes in the giant robot (remember when they killed the Backstreet Boys on Celebrity Deathmatch?). I studied that album, cover art and all. It didn’t leave my stereo for a year. That shit was packed, kind of like sardines, with song after great song. I would open the lyric sheet and sing along—learning how to spit from three hip-hop legends, all with their unique style and perspective. Little did I know the effect this album would have on my life.