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Roger Roberge and his record store are features of City
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Island
Provides Haven for Solitude
By
Kalyanaraman
oger
Roberge sat reclining on his
chair inside Mooncurser Records, his store on City Island
Avenue, which is open seven days a week.
"Can
I help you?" he asked a customer, Juan Leroy, as he came in.
But Leroy didn't need help, and after an hour spent browsing the
records, he didn't buy anything. He said friends he is visiting
on the island told him about the shop.
People
visiting City Island often drop in just to take a look at Roberge's
collection of old records. He estimates that he has more than 100,000
of them, each indexed according to the artist's name, genre and
nationality.
ooncurser
Records and Roberge, 82, are fixtures on City Island. The store
fits the quaint and exclusive island. Customers will find vinyl
records and sheet music, but no CDs or cassettes.
Roberge's
friend Ron Terner, an artist who set up the Focal Point Gallery
at the same time that Roberge set up his records shop, says that
when they moved in, the island had the look and feel of the 1940s.
It seemed as if the '70s had not yet set in there, Terner says.
Although City Island has changed over the years, residents want
to keep its past alive. When New York City replaced street lights
here in December 2001, the residents made sure the new ones were
similar to the ones that used to be there since the early part of
20th century. <Click
here to take a photo tour of City Island>
While
the boat business is declining, and the marinas are being replaced
by modern condos, there are a few houses with wells fitted with
manual pulleys to draw water.
Though Terner says the present is catching up with the residents
of the island, remnants of the past do remain, and City Island remains
an island somewhat cut off from the rest of the Bronx.
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| Mooncurser
Records has 100,000 vinyl records but no CDs or cassettes. |
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Roger Roberge is another island. He lives alone, three blocks away
from his shop. His wife and three children left him more than 20
years ago because they didn't like the idea of running a store selling
vinyl records and sheet music in an island. Roberge says, "I
am very happy to be alone. Much better for me this way."
It
is difficult to make him talk about his personal life. "I am
from Maine, yup; came to New York when I was 15 years, yup; started
out as an elevator operator," he pauses and ends his personal
story saying softly, "It is the story of most people's life."
But
his voice becomes loud when he talks about the 30-piece bands, opera
and jazz music of the '30s and '40s. There isn't much music he doesn't
like, except folk, the one-guy-with-guitar stuff. He's more into
big band music, and "exciting Latino music with conga drum
beats," he says. When he is not listening to his favorites
on the turn-table in his shop, he goes to rehearsals of performing
artists in Bronx. "I can never get enough music," he says.
midst
the rows of vintage records and violins with broken strings in Mooncurser
Records, there is a small video camera scanning the shop for those
who might be tempted to tuck a few records inside their pockets.
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PHOTO:
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quaint island has a long maritime history, but no public beaches. |
Roberge
becomes animated when talking about such people. He recounts a story
of how he caught a man trying to shove a few records inside his
shirt. The man's girlfriend pleaded with Roberge for half an hour
before Roberge let them go, he said, glowering. His voice also rises
to a feverish pitch when he talks about people questioning the price
of the records. While the standard fare is $20, Roberge will give
a 50 percent discount on some. But he sells a select few for $100.
He
makes his money mainly from bulk purchasers seeking to fill a gap
in their collection. He talks fondly of a Japanese customer who
buys thousands of dollars worth of records from him to sell in his
home country.
Three
years ago, Roberge tried to strike a bargain with a 90-year-old
man in Maine for his records, but did not get a good price. He says
the man had 20,000 of them. He says the old man is dead now and
this time when Roberge goes to Maine, he will get them, he said,
with a glint in his eye.
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