Damn, man. It’s well after 2am in somebody’s living room on a warm spring evening in 1995, and there’s a beer in my hand and a joint’s just coming around again, and that swirling sound in the mix at 2:45 of “Something’s Got To Give” (right after Yauch gleefully takes a sledgehammer to a handgun in the video) sounds like a helicopter taking off, bound for some funkier and more peaceful universe. And for a blissful half a minute, I’m on it. Feel like I just switched from one chapter in life to another here. This isn’t Cobain’s suicide, this is the grim hammer of inevitable mortality or something. Damn.