I had a dream about Belltown cocktail bar the Rob Roy last night—guess I’m due for a visit.

And hey, would you look at that, it’s Tuesday. Or, as they call it at Rob Roy, Analog Tuesday. Basically, it’s a record-listening party, just like the ones the teens in Judy Blume books are always attending (only with cocktails). You can bring your own records or just come and listen to what the staff and their friends are playing.

Analog Tuesday is one of the many ways in which RR owners Anu Apte and Zane Harris have embraced the 70s era-bachelor pad they inherited from Linda Derschang (Linda’s, Smith, Oddfellows ). Always an inspired decorator, Derschang outdid herself in this particular space. It has to be the most cocainey-looking lounge in the city. There are padded black walls and bar stools, mirrors galore, an amazing row of tubular ceiling lamps that cast a disco glow upon the bar, and ginormous wood-framed speakers propping up thrift-store paperbacks on the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves along the back wall.

So while Apte and Harris have scratched (ha) Derschang’s practice of inviting house and trance DJs to spin records for drunky club kids in expensive jeans, you can still listen to records at the Rob Roy. It’s just you’re more likely to be listening to Johnny Cash than Basement Jaxx. Some change is easy to embrace.