The first time I got keys to my new apartment, the one I had to find after being pushed out of my previous home of nine years, I took one look at the wooden floors and thought great, now I’m going to have to get into vinyl. 

So, I bought a record player.

As I start typing this out, I am already feeling the anticipatory phantom vibration from my phone going nuts with texts from friends bitching at me for blowing up their spots. But you know what? Don’t care. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this list of the hidden treasures of Oakland.