Happening Now
A record store putting a turntable out in its own doorway is a small thing, and it is also the entire reason people drive across county lines for this.
Fourth Street earned the Retro Row name honestly — vintage shops, record stores, and independent businesses stacked densely enough that the neighborhood never has to pretend to be anything. First Fridays is the night it stops pretending altogether. Galleries open. Shops stay late. Bars and restaurants push out onto the sidewalk. The crowd is exactly the mix thirty years of this has built: Long Beach lifers, vinyl collectors from the 562, and people who come down from Los Angeles because nothing up there is configured quite like this.
First Friday of the month, free, late afternoon into the evening.
Send it to the friend who keeps complaining that nowhere feels like anywhere anymore. Then go stand in a doorway and listen to a record with them.