Of all the things from old school hip-hop that need to be brought back, it's cats rockin the boom boxes on the shoulder. I know they took a hiatus since tape decks don't skip and CD players made for poor portability, but seriously.

When some dude with a ghettoblaster on his shoulder and a Mad Lion tape bumpin out come around, he's like the Kool-Aid man of block parties. It's the kind of authoritative ripple effect that an iPod just doesn't have.