..As seen on a Brooklyn sidewalk. I remember my boombox back in Pennsylvania. 1983 or so. I had a squat but handsome GE. My brother’s was taller but had less bells and whistles and maybe even a single tape deck. Our two boom boxes would engage in volume battles through the adjoining wall. Truces were called when musical tastes aligned – Men at Work was our first white flag. I still have some tapes of songs we recorded off of the B-94 FM broadcast… ‘Quick, this is it!’ (Press Record+Play). Back in the days when people met up to visit record stores. Record stores were everywhere. There were no coffee shops.