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Today is truly the day that the music has died. Charles Rigolosi, owner of Platter World Records in Garfield NJ has passed away. Charlie was my mentor not only in music but with education in general. My first job was at his store, learning about all types of music and taking store credit for pay. The two bottom pictures are from today, when I visited his store for the last time and even though I cried when I drove back, I will remember forever that music is the most powerful thing on this Earth, and that’s all because of Charlie.

I’m a little late, but here’s a post dedicated to those who love vinyl records.

A lot has happened to me in 2014, as I’m sure you’re all aware of due to the amount of pictures I’ve posted. But I’d like to dedicate this little New Years post to the closing of Platter World, which has been my home for a long time now. I miss Charlie Rigolosi but his gift of music will always stay with me and I have a kickass record collection to prove it. Plus, my interest has spawned a few people that I’m close to to have their own collections. It will be weird passing the place and not seeing all the same stuff in the windows, but I guess this is a “wake up call” to change and new times.

What I’m going to miss most about this store is hanging out. Truly. This was the place I would go to hangout and talk music: learn about new bands and albums, try different things. It was a musical buffet with amazing variety. Sure, there were a lot of weird people who came in but at the end of the day, the people in there loved music and they loved vinyl. It is great to be around that kind of passion, it really is. And now that’s gone for me- there are no real record stores close to me and definitely none like this one. This one was so special that I cannot even describe it to someone who hasn’t been there all their life. It was for me and many of the friends I made there, paradise. 

Everyone used to ask me if I was going to inherit the store after Charlie passed and I guess in a way, I kind of did. On Sunday, I was able to lock myself in the store for an hour completely alone, and say goodbye to all the 33s, 45s, posters, and colored vinyl that surrounded me for years. I was finally able to see it uninterrupted, in-tact, the way that Charlie saw it every day when he opened up and every night when he closed it. The way that I always used to dream about it as a kid, and thinking of it as I still do, with amazement.