Greenroom and The Vinyl Revival

Entering into an East Sands flat garden after rushing away from Fresher’s Fayre I was met by the unmistakable sound of blaring jazz funk, a meager yet packed booze table, and a DJ setup consisting of two large speakers, a turntable, sound board, and a litter of beaten vintage records. Starting at it all by scavenging my pockets for the 2 pounds for a beer (of course) I met the cohort running the setup, two of them whom I met a few days before while they peddled records out of a wooden crate between the market street plant sale and The Union.

Fingering through the case, and the other records scattered about today, I realized the depressing trench of familiar artists I had carved out to ignore the endless artists hidden within streaming search bars. Herein is the beauty of physical media, enhanced by the taste of the record-monger, where forgotten and unknown music can be plucked out from obscurity and shuffled out in front of you for the sake of discovering new niches for your ego to swelter in and for the basking of your ears in the incredible hidden sounds. The curated crates also served as the hunting grounds of the DJ, Elijah, who quickly replaced the Blondie 45 (the last artist I could confidently name for the afternoon) with something more electric and groovier.

While he eyed the spinning record awaiting the next switch out, I talked to Elijah and two other Greenroom founders who all emphasized a want to capitalize on the deficit of vinyl in town relative to its wanting hipsters all while sharing their own eclectic tastes through live events and guaranteed hi-fidelity. Now, while whether anyone can really notice a difference in sound-quality after a few pints is a question I had to ask myself, I felt a smile come on in watching people feast over pressings and bobbing their heads to the turntable-head bouncing through the spinning 33s.

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