DIGGERS — part of a larger tribe peopled by DJs, turntablists, music completists and stripped-down-to-essence-of-it-all fans — have long had their own rituals, codes and ethos. And although the end of the ’90s meant the death knell for record stores and vinyl consumption as we once knew it, it was the so-called crate diggers who were salvaging the past: haunting cramped mom and pop record shops, collecting the beats, bridges and riffs that would be recycled into something new.
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