Magazine November 29, 2010, Issue

Whoa, Dude!

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Richard Brookhiser feels the noise

When Sony stopped production of the Walkman, it had long been superseded by more advanced technology, but in the early Eighties, when it first caught on, it was a revolutionary urban sanity-saver. Before then, every time you went out in public, you stepped inside someone’s radio. It was the age of the boombox, or, in the rude frankness of slang, the ghetto blaster. Sometimes a youth would set one by the curb or the standpipe or wherever he was taking his ease and make a little concert hall. Other youths humped them on their shoulders and ambled along in a

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