In 2002, Roth started a new label, Daptone, with Neal Sugarman, they signed a seven-year lease for a two-story row house in the middle of Bushwick, one of the poorest neighborhoods in Brooklyn, across the street from a weed-strangled lot where destitute men camped in the summer. Almost immediately, the broker went bankrupt, and the new label was out $40,000. “It was rough,” said Roth. He and a few other Daptone musicians renovated the company’s headquarters by hand, converting the first floor into a recording studio. Charles Bradley, a local handyman who moonlighted as a James Brown impersonator, helped install the plumbing. Roth worked all hours — tearing down walls, devising money-saving schemes — and when he got home late, he says, his new wife shouted and threw records at him. his wife eventually left him and he ended up sleeping on the couch at the studio. """Vinyl records, in his opinion, sound good, look good, smell good and are delightful to hold. They appeal to four of the five senses, and if you share Roth’s idea of a relaxing evening, they can even help with the fifth — to quote Roth, you can’t roll a joint on an MP3."""
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