As I was walking to the subway after work, I came across a sign for a record store down the street. I was planning on stopping by a record store this week to pick up materials for my vinyl guitar picks, so a sign for $1 records was like a hand reaching down from the sky and dropping me at my destination without the hassle of public transportation.
When I stepped inside, I was floored. This wasn't just a record store-- it was a storemade of records.
The light fixtures were made of records, the room dividers and wall paper were made of records, there was jewelry and speakers and bottle openers and dioramas and journals and phone cases and literally every possible thing you could ever want. As someone who had attempted several times to carve and cut records, to no avail and the exasperation of almost every single printing professor and grad student in the art department, this was like stumbling upon Hogwarts.
The owner, Monkey, gave me a full tour of the shop, gave me a cuff from his new line, and had a long discussion with me about the finer points of cutting machines, the finer points of CNC cutters and laser cutters, and the value of making art out of old music. Music doesn't die, it just keeps on giving.
The best part was just how passionate these guys are about their art. They're willing to experiment and put their faith in people they just met. It was like being back home in my teeny tiny hometown, but a thousand times cooler and more innovative.
Monkey has designed one of a kind items for everyone from Jack White to Questlove, and the horizons are only getting brighter.
So I'm gonna be hanging out here as frequently as humanly possible.
Wrecords by Monkey
304 Boerum St, Brooklyn, NY 11206