Last Saturday's crate sale with DJ Cutnice, followed by the after at Café Hensepeter, served as a quiet reminder: physical things still matter.
Vinyl isn’t just a format — it carries stories, context, weight. The act of flipping through crates, pausing at a sleeve, exchanging a few words — it all adds up.
In a world of endless scroll and instant play, this felt like the opposite. And maybe that’s exactly what made it stick.
