Williamsburg’s Rough Trade spun last night with Brooklyn’s Vinyl Night, grooving NYC’s spring. DJ Lena Carter dropped rare LPs as 150 swayed, a $10 ticket jam for wax fans. It’s borough grooves—free vibes, pure BK soul. A kid flipped a sleeve; a pro danced wild. ‘Brooklyn spins—this is it,’ Carter says, cueing tracks. The floor turned retro.
The night’s hot—weekly since March, it tripled since ’24, packing floors by 8 p.m. Carter’s a Bushwick spinner; last night’s crowd hit max—needles hummed. A latecomer nabbed a spot; beers sold—NYC grit glowed. Crates swapped—vinyl ruled. #BKVinyl trended; Queens wants a turn.
Some griped—’Too loud,’ sniped a neighbor, earplugs out. Dust scratched—skips hit; groove held. A rival’s pitching a Greenpoint spin, splitting decks. Still, 200 stayed—records reigned. Rough Trade’s never spun so tight.
Carter’s teasing a monthly crate sale, maybe a rooftop if summer bites. ‘NYC’s sound—this keeps it,’ she says, packing wax. The night’s a Brooklyn win—grit meets groove. It’s a vinyl vibe; catch the next. Bring a buck—tunes roll.