The faces behind the vinyl.

Born and raised in a small town in Ohio, I grew up in the ’70s and ’80s when record stores were part of everyday life. Between road trips with my parents, listening to music with my brothers, and being a sports fan, I was lucky to be near the Football Hall of Fame in Canton and the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame — a mix that shaped my love for music and community. Over 20 years ago, I moved to Las Vegas, where collecting turned into something more — a passion for the hunt, the stories, and the connection with other music lovers.

Through my wife, Connie, I discovered Boulder City, and it quickly felt like home. We started small inside a local antique shop before opening CS RecordZ on Nevada Way about 10 months ago. Today, I love being part of this community, talking music every day, and helping keep vinyl alive.

From the depths of dusty crates and forgotten collections rises Vinyl Man — the guardian of analog sound. Armed with his sonic senses and a deep love for the groove, he battles scratched, warped, and dirty records wherever they hide. His greatest enemies? The Digital Demons — soulless forces trying to erase the warmth, crackle, and soul of real music. But Vinyl Man stands strong… restoring, rescuing, and reviving vinyl one record at a time.

When he’s not saving collections, you can catch him making special appearances around CS RecordZ — and keeping the vibe alive as a familiar face at Open Mic Night every Thursday. Because to Vinyl Man… Vinyl isn’t just music — it’s a mission.