I spent Sunday with a friend at the Brooklyn Record Riot connecting people with the records they were hungry for.
Rows and rows of boxes culled from various attics, back rooms and underground record stores all in one room for browsing pleasure
Held a few times a year at a Polish club called Warsaw in downtown Williamsburg where you can take a break in vinyl flipping to enjoy a potato and cheese pierogi (the best record show menu ever!).
Only in New York can you look up from your dealer table and see Joe Jackson (the singer, not the ghost of shoeless Joe) elbow deep in LPs like any one else