#boombox sculpture

[introspect-la]

BOOMBOX BY KENNY SCHARF (1981)

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[starlahuskyz]

Chances - Chapter 15

Summary: Jordan finally visits the boy's cave and they create plans to have some fun.

I really meant it when I said I'd try to stay consistent.

Chapter 14 <<< >>> Chapter 16

TW// None

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After leaving the boardwalk and making a quick snack out of a poor unfortunate drunk guy, the boys decided to take Jordan back to their place. Upon arriving at the cliff that led to their place Jordan was confused, she was expecting a house, or some kind of structure with a roof. Instead she saw old wooden steps leading into a cave entrance on the side of the cliff.

“You guys live there?” She pointed to the cave and Marko nodded.

“It’s our wonderful abode, perfect for a bunch of vampires like us.” He headed for the steps and held out a hand for Jordan. She didn’t quite make a move, then she saw how Laddie and Paul were already happily bounding down the steps into the cave entrance. She steadied herself and thought “Okay, if a kid can go down then I should have no problem getting down.” She took Marko’s and as he helped guide her down the old rickety steps into their home. And upon finally making it inside, she was not prepared for what she saw.

The cave was full of all kinds of broken structures and a variety of objects, it looked like it used to be some kind of hotel of sorts. Some string lights hung upon the roof of the place and trash cans full of fire lit the place up. Other random things she noticed were, a large poster of Jim Morrison which reminded her of Michael, she also took note of the fountain and how there seemed to be some kind of sculpture made of bones and a little plastic skeleton most likely stolen from some poor grandma’s lawn on Halloween. She was pretty impressed by the display, but at the same time was curious as to how the hell they slept in a place like this. There were beds and couches but they looked old and like they could be housing diseases. Marko finally asked “So, what do you think? This place used to be an old resort before the earthquake of ‘06, it fell right into the earth cuz they built it on the fault. So we took it over.” 

“Wow…you guys live like this?” Jordan brushed some random dirt and dust that accumulated on her shoulder.

“Well vampires don’t tend to live in fancy houses like you do.” David poured himself a glass of wine while making the remark.

“I guess, but I mean look at all this crap laying around. You have a tool chest, an old wheelchair, and…” She pulled back a sheet covering an unknown object “A traffic light?” She looked at the boys incredulously. 

“You can thank Paul for that one.” Dwayne said as he got out the boombox. “He stole it during a car accident.

“Yep, I just slipped in and took it. Like a ghost.” He slapped it proudly.

“Wonderful, are there any other cool objects you wanna show me?” Jordan sat on the lip of the fountain and before she knew it, a pigeon came flying over to her lap. “A pigeon…it just keeps going doesn’t it?” She scratched at its head, surprised with how chill it was. Marko came over holding three more pigeons.

“That’s Polo, I have three more. Their names are Elio, Luca, and…Sir Paulington.” He looked at Paul when giving the last name and Paul swooped over and took Sir Paulington from him.

“Let me guess, he named that one?” Jordan pointed to Paul.

“Yes, I take great pride in Sir Paulington.” He stroked the pigeon’s head gently.

“I’m surprised you’re allowed to keep a pigeon…let alone any living creature.” Jordan continues looking around taking in her surroundings, when she notices a small alcove with two beds. “Who sleeps here?” She calls out to the boys before she’s interrupted by little Laddie who takes her hand dragging her to one of the beds.

“This is where I sleep! Star sometimes sleeps on the other bed with Michael.” He looks happy, but Jordan can’t help but feel somewhat conflicted. He seems happy, but she couldn’t shake the thought of wondering why a kid would want to sleep in a place like this. Not to mention where the hell he came from, he surely doesn't look like any of the boys. She’s pulled from her thoughts when Laddie shows her a teddy bear, it’s about half his size and its poor fur looks a little dirty. “This is my bear, his name is Ted. Marko got it for me on the boardwalk.“ Jordan took the bear into her own hands and smiled. She had already taken note of its relatively dirty state, but she still felt a sense of love stored in the bear.

“That’s great bud.” She handed him his bear back and made her way towards Marko who had been staring the whole time. She stood in front of him while he stood from his spot on the lip of the fountain. “And here I thought you were a tough guy, you’re really just a big ole softie.” She grabbed a hold of his cheek and pinched it.

“The hell, I’m not! I do ONE nice thing and then you jump to calling me a softie?” He grabs her hand and pulls it from his face feigning a look of hurt. “You haven’t even seen my tough side, I could be so much worse for you….” He leaned into her face and whispered that last part, making her shiver. 

“I won’t believe it until I see it for myself.” She pulls away from him, and before he can give chase to her David calls for him. He gives Jordan a quick peck on the cheek before going to check on David. Jordan felt the flutter of butterflies in her stomach, she had a good feeling about him.

“You know, he’s right. He’s even rivaled me when it comes to causing chaos here in Santa Carla. I mean, they don’t call us the terror twins for no reason…” Paul suddenly says while nodding at her reassuringly. Jordan only looks at him puzzled.

“...What are you talking about?” Paul swings an arm over her shoulders pulling her in a different direction.

“I’m talking about your man being an anarchist! Causer of trouble, a real menace to society.” Jordan pushes his arm away.

“Okay that’s great and all, but what’s your point?” 

“Simple, you don’t believe he’s a tough guy? Then I’m gonna prove it to you…tonight! I’m taking you, Marko, and Dwayne with me to go have some fun.” He looks over at Dwayne who is braiding Laddie’s hair “Whaddya say Dwayne? You with us?” 

He looks up from his work and shrugs. Paul claps “I’ll take that as a yes!” Marko comes over to the others and whispers something into Paul’s ear and he nods giggling while looking at Jordan.

A bad feeling arose within her and she started getting worried. “Well, um to be honest, I don’t think I’m quite down to do whatever you guys consider fun.” She took a few steps back and was ready to run, that is until Dwayne popped up behind her and stopped her.

“What’s the matter with you Jordan? Stop being such a stick in the mud, it’ll be fun!” Paul pushes it.

“Well you guys are giving me a bad feeling, how do I know you’re not trying to set me up for some kind of humiliation?” Paul crosses his arms giving a look.

“Okay then…I guess Jordan is allergic to fun. Or she’s afraid, like a real chicken!” He starts making chicken noises and Jordan perks up.

“Now hold on, I never said I was afraid. I know how to have fun, I just know how to do it right!” She shoves Paul before and he laughs.

“There is no such thing as having fun the wrong way! What exactly do you think we plan on doing?” He raises an eyebrow and Jordan thinks for a moment.

“I don’t know, something involving jumping off of a bridge?” Jordan made a guess.

The boys gave each other a look and smirked, Jordan felt a sinking feeling which was only amplified as she could hear David cackling on the other side of the cave.

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[geoshysims]

Not So Berry: Mint Generation

With her new income as a hacker, Juno was able to get Winterfest gifts for her friends. A party for herself and her friends was planned, but the blizzard proved to be too much for everyone to show up. A late gift is better than not receiving one at all.

She was able to give Gemma her gift, a brand new boombox. Her friend had an eye on it for a long time, but could never justify the cost. It was the least she could do to repay her for her kindness.

“OH MY GOD! NO WAY! You actually got it?!”

Gemma helped deal with Sofia and introduced Juno to a wider hacking scene. She went from swiping a few bucks from the Llamacorn Listserv servers to hundreds from the Lothario and Landgraab funds. $150 doesn’t even begin to pay her back.

Duane showed up that evening as well. He was the one of the few that stuck around after Juno graduated. He wanted to bring her a gift. She met him on the porch and excitedly opened the box. It was a wood carved horse. Initially confused by the sculpture, Juno began to appreciate it the more she held it. Someone made that, then gave it to her. That’s important.

“I made it in woodshop. Felt like you should have it.” Duane is overjoyed that Juno likes his gift.

Somehow, on a day of peace and joy, Juno ruins it by fighting Father Winter. She went from one enemy to two that night.

[peru-perusals]

Day 19 - Miami Layover

Photo by Holly

We landed in Miami at an ungodly hour of the morning but by the time we made it out of the airport, it was a much more reasonable time!

Photo by Holly

We took bus down to the Playa cafe, across the street from the Eggstaurant we had been to on our first Miami layover.

Photo by Holly

I got an excellent Cuban sandwich and pondered @b1g-cheese's post about Karen Gillan filming a movie at George Fox.

Photo by Holly

Bernadette wanted to go to mass and more people kept tagging along until all of the students went to mass at St. Patrick's and Holly went out to the beach.

Photo by Alyssa

The mass was incredible, they had a full orchestra and choir in the loft, which just rung through the entire church. I was glad to have sung Mozart's Mass in C in choir this past semester so I knew what they were singing about in Latin. When mass got out, we had a half hour before we had planned to meet up with Holly so we sat in the shade beneath this lighthouse sculpture.

Photo by Haley

We went from there to a crab place renounced for their key lime pie. They gave us a full can of whipped cream that we used excessively.

Photo by Alyssa

We headed out to the beach and headed into the waves! We played a thrilling game of wavelength while we bobbed about. I was remarkably bad at that game, guessing 8 when the actual number was 5.

Photo by Holly

Photo by Alyssa

This is where the story gets much less fun. If you want to skip that, please pretend that we picked up lunch from Trader Joe's and spent the rest of our time in Miami at the botanical garden, before taking the bus back to the airport as planned and boarding our flight back to Portland and all living happily ever after. Thanks for reading my blog and following along as I perused Peru!

But here's what actually happened. We got out of the water and set off towards the botanical garden. As we walked through the park, I rapidly grew weak and collapsed to the ground in a relatively controlled manner. The group had continued walking, so I texted them and tried a group call. I was hyperventilating and losing fine motor control, so I used Siri to call a number of members of the group individually, but nobody picked up. I was entirely paralyzed by this point and I dropped my phone into the grass. I thought I saw a dinosaur over me, but it turned out to be an iguana hanging out in the tree. Apparently they had stopped at the bathroom nearby to change out of their swimsuits. My memory is a little hazy, but someone noticed me and they started attending to me. Claire, who is studying to do sports medicine, raised my feet and started walking me through exercises of trying to close my fist and lift my limbs. I wasn't able to do either of those things at first. Bernadette filled my water bottle repeatedly. Someone put cool towels on my chest. Holly called 911 and shortly thereafter paramedics arrived to check my vitals, which were all good. An ambulance arrived too, but they called it off. They said this was pretty normal for the weather, especially since we weren't used to it. I was their fifth call like this of the day. One of the tests they ran hurt a lot; they connected me to what looked like a boombox and it felt like all of my muscles were being activated at the same time. Remind me not to get electrocuted. While I lay on the ground, Holly went to the store to get ice packs and popsicles. By the time she returned, I had regained much muscle function and we walked to the bus station. On the bus, I noticed that the weather had a excessive heat warning for 106-110 in Miami Beach. Missed that. We rode back to the bus station, which had a place for dolphins to park. How accommodating!

I changed out of my swimsuit and we took the tram back to the airport. I was getting weaker as we waited in line for TSA for a few hours, so I sat down and scooted myself along the ground until we got to the front, where I did my best to act like a fully functioning human being as I went through security. They fell for my ruse, but I fell to the ground shortly after we got through. I had cold feverish chills emanating from my spine and rippling through my body, which was fairly concerning to Holly, who called 911 for the second time. Paramedics arrived and ran a series of tests, but luckily not the excruciatingly painful one. Once again my vitals were fine, and encouraged me to get food and liquids in my system. I lay on the ground while Holly tried to hail one of the accessibility golf carts to take me to our gate, halfway across the airport. A while later, she succeeded. Unfortunately, I lost my key lime pie on the way over. I cleaned up and we rode the rest of the way. We arrived at the gate and reconvened with the rest of the group but our fight had moved to another gate. I thought I was feeling strong enough to walk there, but after a few hundred feet, I needed to sit down again and we hailed a cart to take us to the new gate.

We sat and waited for the flight but I wasn't feeling well enough to board. The rest of the group boarded but Holly stayed behind with me. I fell asleep on the floor at the gate while Holly stood in the line for hours to rebook us for a flight the following day. When I woke up, I hailed another accessibility cart to take me as far as the airport hotel where Holly had booked us a room. The line snaked around the room, so I parked myself on the floor, slowly scooting me and my luggage forward as we moved. Holly arrived about midnight, just as I got to the front of the line. She had booked through some sort of 3rd party and they only sent over one confirmation code which the hotel computers read as there being one room. She had to call the 3rd party but the hotel's phone lines were down so they couldn't receive confirmation by phone. While she got this sorted out, I fell asleep, slumped over my backpack on the floor of the hotel lobby. Holly eventually woke me up and I moved to a couch while she continued to sort things out with the hotel. I fell asleep there as well. At 1:30am, the hotel gave us our keys and we took the elevator up to our rooms and I collapsed into my bed, which was much more comfortable than all of the various places in the airport where I had slept on the floor.

[darthnell]

You have to go with a guide. Mine advised me to get a pair of those waders like they use for fly fishing or harvesting cranberry bogs. I regretted not following that advice, but I got used to the feeling of walking with a lake in my boots after a while.

There were four or five of us, I think. I don’t remember all their names. The entrance was tucked away in an abandoned train tunnel; we had to squeeze ourselves through a hole that was about a foot and a half in diameter, or so. I won’t tell you where— I don’t think I’d remember anyways, despite my photos. I’d gone caving before, somewhere out in central Pennsylvania, and that was my closest point of reference for this. The end result wasn’t too different— you crawl out of a hole covered head to toe in mud. Except then, you hop back on the tram and hope no one stops you and questions where you’ve been.

Inside the catacombs, though, the difference is evident. They’re alive.

If you’re looking for the dead, just go to the tourist section. That’s where you’ll find the skulls and bones and grisly human remains.

If you’re looking for the life—which, naturally, is against the law—you’ll find the art.

It’s stunning. Mud and stone sculptures inhabit the salles. Murals and graffiti decorate the walls, intricate and not-so-ancient, original works and pop culture references and recreations of famous paintings like the Great Wave. Each year, the graduating class of one of the Parisian universities (which I shall not name for legal reasons) paints a mural to join the collage of their predecessors, which spans back decades. If you have someone who knows where to look, you’ll find them all— frescos and mosaics and seating areas and places to light candles and hand-made chandeliers to hold them. Places to host parties and raves— we passed a crew heading down that way, boombox on their shoulders and colored lights heralding their path.

Even before this I’d heard rumor of catacomb raves, but being down there myself, I cannot imagine anything stupider than doing that while inebriated. Perhaps it’s different for those who grew up in Paris.

I won’t pretend to know everything about it. My guide did most of the work— he carried the map, he lit the way. Without him, we would’ve all been lost, even with the “street” signs that corresponded somewhat to those above. It’s not a journey for the fainthearted. You will get muddy, you will get wet, you will get tired, you will have to squeeze your way through narrow tunnels, and you will have to keep up with your guide. You might even drop your phone in the thigh-deep water that you have to wade through, in the case of some poor explorer we came across; I don’t think he ever found it.

We didn’t come across anyone who claimed to live in the catacombs, but I don’t doubt that they exist. It’s illegal, of course, not to mention dangerous. I suppose that’s what makes it a haven to those who have the knowledge and need to use it as such. I consider myself lucky to get a glimpse into this part of underground (literally) French culture, and to make it back out in one soggy piece.

But, to echo op and the commenter above, think twice before going down. And do not go alone.

the paris catacombs are 1000x more fucked up than i imagined

[citylifeorg]

Artist Bayete Ross Smith brings Apollo commissioned The Boombox Project New Sculpture Works to Harlem

Featuring freedom songs, oral histories, snippets from the Apollo archives and interludes from historians discussing the role of the sugar and cotton industries in shaping the contemporary societal landscape Opened now in the Apollo’s Frank and Laura Baker Gallery at the Victoria Theater NY-based artist Bayete Ross Smith will illustrate how music and culture have been fundamental tools in…

[yurivanetikinternational]

Tom Sachs Boombox: Music and Art Perspective

Explore the captivating fusion of music and art through Tom Sachs' Boombox creations. Delve into the intricate details of Sachs' innovative pieces, which blur the line between functional audio devices and artistic sculptures. Discover how these Boomboxes transcend conventional boundaries, offering a unique perspective on the harmonious relationship between sound and creativity. Immerse yourself in the world of Tom Sachs as he redefines the traditional notion of a boombox, inviting us to experience music in an entirely new light.

[gotthepower]

Got The Power: Boomboxes installation of Got The Power: Hartford at the Wilson-Gray YMCA in Hartford Connecticut.

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[artdjgblog]

DJ Ross One’s The Wall of Boom includes a pair of Clairtone Super Jumbos (first and third on the bottom row), made famous by Radio Raheem in Spike Lee’s Do the Right Thing, in addition to other coveted vintage boomboxes. 

Source: Atlas Obscura / Sotheby’s

[trashcanfills]

Hear me out okay hear me out

Reader being in a poly relationship with Lucio and Junkrat🥰🥰

Ok first of I shall apologise to you anon because I was heavily procrastinating on this. I mean, I know junkrat and lucio but I didnt fully know how the two would interact, much less in a romantic manner. I legit had to look up boombox fan content for this. It’s a cute ship I must say.

Tbh I previously managed to actually write a good chunk of stuff out for this prompt of the three being poly (at least not the one where the two dudes are “sharing” the reader, nahh everyone gets the lovin) EXCEPT IT DIDNT SAVE WHEN I LAST CAME BACK TO EDIT AND POST IT.

Yea that got me shudhekakdjw fucking crying i swear and I just procrastinated on answering the ask for a bit longer. But im back and god I should actually release it from my inbox.

Here. Fly. Be free now.

Being in a poly relationship with Lucio and Junkrat

First of all, dear god the chaos.

Bruh you have Jamison from the lawless radioactive wasteland that is Australia and Lucio the freedom fighter dj. Being in a poly relationship with this two dudes will never be boring with the amt of shit you get into (which most of the time it’s Jamison’s fault oof)

I can see Lucio and Jamison being rather physically affectionate with you and each other, so I do hope you are someone who doesn’t mind all that. If you do, its ok cus Lucio understands all that personal space jeez, aand will do his best to explain and help Jamison understand cus Jamison is a bit more uhhhhh intrusive lmao

Group cuddle sessions are a thing and participation is made mandatory, the latter being a rule that was first made up to keep Junkrat out of his workshop to tinker stuff, but now it’s used for any time one of you gets too into work or need comfort of some sort.

They both are incredibly energetic and fun people to be with too! Thankfully you and Lucio can contain a bit of Jamison’s manic and destructive energy (and maybe teach him more abt what the rest of the world is like and morals). If you tired of socialising, they will def be chill in just hanging out in the same room, though Jamison needs some explanation and time to understand that first since hes not so people smart.

Fun activities would include gaming, workshop binges (Jamison makes shit while Lucio and you join in or add more dumb whacky ideas), MUSIC LISTENING PARTIES like Lucio is a DJ he wants to show yall all these cool artists and know yall tastes ok

Lucio makes a curated playlist for you amd Jamison. Aaaaand maybe a upcoming new album inspired by the two of you shhhhh its a surprise. And Jamison loves creating new trinkets for you and Lucio! He made a smol metal wire sculpture with a rat, frog and another animal representing you. Its considered a treasured possession that you can Lucio took turns to keep it in your rooms lmao, until Jamison made another one :3

Honestly you three prob got a lot of questioning looks when you all came out as a polyamory couple. Mostly cus of Jamison reputation as a crazed maniac and wanted criminal ngl but when everyone in overwatch sees the three of you hanging out, its really sweet.

I say some issues u guys would have would be first and foremost, Jamison’s questionable morality and lack of understanding of many things. He did kill people yes, but to him it was his way of life from the nuclear wasteland that is his home. It has taken a number of therapy sessions (as required for a reformatory programme Jamison is enrolled in because how else will he be in overwatch bruh), but hey hes getting better i suppose. Be patient with Jamison at times alright? Because he’s still figuring out all these new things and reframing in his worldview.

Another issue for sure would prob be Lucio’s tendency to be stubborn on some things. Haha u didnt think i was gonna say that huh.

To clarify, he’s someone passionate on various causes, and because he is such a nice and caring person pushing to gain support for other’s welfare, Lucio doesn’t fully grasp the consequences of his actions at times. It’s like…he’s naive or a bit simple-minded. Not unintentionally or fully dumb, more like he gets into this helping ppl mindset so much he forgets other things to consider. Like how he faces the Vishkar conflict. It’s a huge sore spot for him, and it’s a big reason why he doesn’t like Symmetra that much because he assumes that she is bad and aware of her corporation’s questionable deeds, which is not completely true. Its also personal for him because it was his hometown that was being affected, and because of that Lucio had to do something to save it. All these feelings mean that Lucio gets blinded by them at times, esp when its got to do sth that he’s passionate abt. Its good to fight for the things you love, but sometimes fighting is not always the solution and can make things worse. And he forgets that sometimes when he rants to u guys abt dealing with some obstinate person doing questionable things.

There will be times he sticks to his moral values and stand by them, without realising that he needs to open his kindness and empathy to those who seem to be the most unworthy of it. In fact, its thanks to being with you and Jamison and over time that Lucio realises this fact.

Holy sheet whew Im done. Yea I did elaborate a lot for Lucio’s issue because I wasn’t too sure how to put it fully into words. So pardon the word vomit lol im not sure if ppl get what I mean so uhh rip. Sorry. You can clarify with me if u wan to ask abt how I characterise Lucio hahaha.

[matthewdutton]

Melty sculpture progress

[nat-tella711]

‘80’s Boombox and Tapes’ 2019 • This work of mine was created by using found objects and changing them. I painted these objects with acrylic paint to change their appearance. Enhancing the era of the 80’s with block colours and stripes. This piece will be featured in the upcoming exhibition #newblood2020 at #redgallery Swipe to see the boombox before being changed! • • • #nataliedaskalouart #nostalgia #art #sculpture #foundibjects #appropriation #boombox #cassettetapes #casseteplayer #radio #music #artist #youngartist #creative #acrylicpaint #originalart #foundobjectart #artoftheday #80s #80sart #80stheme #popart #colour #retro #80stechnology #📼 #🖤 #loveit (at Melbourne, Victoria, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7DGyJqBt0B/?igshid=1g96pmhh4jotk