They say you can judge a man by the records he keeps, and if that’s true, then walking into this Washington monument to music felt like meeting someone with the most fascinating soul imaginable.
I went in expecting a simple shopping trip and came out understanding why some people spend entire weekends surrounded by vinyl, sipping coffee and flipping through crates like treasure hunters at a dig site.
This place doesn’t just sell records-it curates experiences, each album a portal to another time, another feeling, another version of yourself you’ve forgotten existed…