Guest writer Deborah Willimott explores why she needed flow in her life, and what she's done with it.
Delivery day was elevated to mythical status in the days of one old Cornish record shop.
Where's the fun in returning to London from dirt-cheap US record stores? Camberwell, that's where.
Chicago's Vintage Vinyl caters to the connoisseur. With LPs for $200, swirl and sniff, don't swallow.
Bambaataa's hip-hop manifesto has me buying records from a village more Cornish than Cornwall itself.
The Thing in Brooklyn is a record digging 'experience'. Just don't go with a specific record in mind...
Our last day in Chicago involves Zodiac funk, and haggling over 'The Crazy World of Arthur Brown'.
Reunited with New York, but has the passion been killed by too much cheap vinyl in Chicago?
New York's boutique stores seem pricey and elitist. Can you be down if you don't know your stuff?
It's official: you are allowed to take a break from record shopping when the weather turns darkside.