Whenever I’m on a weekend vacation in my homeland of Cincinnati—like the one I just returned from—two destinations require visits. One is the Comet, an unassuming bar in the Northside neighborhood with a more-than-solid cheap beer cooler, a game-changing jerked-tofu burrito, and a modest “stage” that hosts an impressive schedule of music (Joan of Arc’s Victor Villareal was playing solo on my Friday visit). The other location is Shake It Records, one of the country’s best record stores. You can accuse me of being a homer, fine, but in terms of vinyl selection and affordability and other cool shit—including toys and cracked-out literature—Shake It rules, absolutely and totally.