Showing posts with label jukeboxes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jukeboxes. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

a daring rescue


I received the call first thing this morning. There was an urgency in the request and as such i felt obliged to help an old friend. We arranged our rendezvous for this evening and we both nervously awaited the arrival of the courier. I'd agreed to store it for a couple of weeks before it made its way to its final destination. I don't know what i was thinking. If my wife finds out she'll be pretty upset. Damn it though! I felt I owed it to myself to help out.

The Don Rosco has taken it upon himself to rescue the jukebox and promises to bring it back to life. The box I refer to is of course this one and as you will see it looks absolutely nothing like the one in the original post. It's amazing how the mind convinces you things are better looking than they actually are. Anyway she's still a beauty and i can't wait to hear it rocking. Here she is awaiting restoration in my garage.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

this one slipped through the net

I was anxious all day. My hands were sweaty and my mouth was dry. I had to meet her in an amusement arcade on Dorset St here in Dublin City. I got stuck in traffic and was in serious danger of not making my date with destiny. I'd gone to the bother of looking her picture up on the internet so that I'd recognise her on sight. She looked like a right little beauty and I couldn't wait to get my hands on her. It was going to be love at first sight.

She was a 1970's Rock-Ola 50 disc jukebox. I'd been offered her by a mate and I just had to pick her up from a repair place on Dorset St. I'm not sure why I thought the jukebox would actually be functional. I guess that I just assumed it would be. I'm not a stickler for details when I'm being offered a jukebox for free. The poxy mammoth wouldn't fit in my car (even with the help of the two winos who passed by). It wasn't to be. We weren't meant to be together. I know that now, but in my innocent exhuberance I expected we'd be together forever. Ah fuck it anyway. It's better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all.

It kind of looked like this except it was all smashed up: