
An essential part of any conversion from regular person to walking Brooklyn stereotype is embracing the joys and sorrows of vinyl, and I’m proud to say that after a too-long saga involving a basement-salvaged receiver, the friendly folks at MTZ Electronics, and vast sums of money I, too, can now listen to music inconveniently.
Joking aside, record collectors take today seriously: Once a year, on Record Store Day, a wide variety…
