2023! We're done here, people.

Okay, that’s a wrap. 12 months, 12 records stores(ish). This little jaunt spanned six states (I am granting D.C. statehood for our purposes here) and included one traveling record show. Stores visited:

January: Crooked Beat Records 

February: Academy LPs

March: Byrdland

April:  VoltageRecords

May: Record Riot

June: Electric Buddhas

July: Tumbleweeds

August: Red Onion Records

September: SOM Records

October: Village Revival Records

November: Smash Records

December: Celebrated Summer

That first one I went to, Crooked Beat, is the closest to my home. And they are moving even closer. Its current neighborhood is tearing down a block to rebuild it into something fancier. Luckily, Crooked Beat has found a new home. Shops like this don't always get to live on. They need your business and mine. I'm done writing about this stuff, but I will keep seeking these places out. 

Oh, and hot tip: checking out the local record store while traveling is a pretty swell way to get a glimpse into local life in that place. Highly recommended.


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