St. George grooved last night with Staten Island’s Vinyl Party, spinning NYC’s spring near the ferry. DJ Lena Carter dropped LPs as 150 swayed, a $10 ticket bash of wax. It’s borough tunes—pure SI vibe, needles hot. A kid flipped a sleeve; a pro sang a hook. ‘Staten plays—this is it,’ Carter says, cueing tracks. The lot turned jukebox.
The party’s fresh—March 29’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing floors by 7 p.m. Carter’s a Tottenville spinner; last night’s crowd hit max—vinyl crackled. A latecomer nabbed a spot; bass thumped—NYC grit glowed. Runs one night—grooves ruled. #SIVinyl trended; Bronx wants a spin.
Some griped—’Too old,’ sniped a newbie, dodging scratches. Dust flew—wiped quick; vibes held. A rival’s pitching a Midland mix, splitting decks. Still, 200 stayed—tunes reigned. St. George’s never spun so bold.
Carter’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a pier if spring bites. ‘NYC’s sound—this digs it,’ she says, packing crates. The party’s a Staten win—grit meets groove. It’s a vinyl rush; catch the next. Bring a record—beats call.