The New York of my Youth: Vinyl, Frankie Crocker and the city's rhythms

First essay in a series about music and NYC

I sold most of my record collection a few years ago when I hit one of the cash flow droughts endemic to the freelance life. This was before vinyl became cool again and high quality re-issues and inexpensive turntables were being sold as home accessories at Urban Outfitters. Digital downloading had destroyed the music business I’d grown up obsessed about…