Some of the best people from Music City’s most musical sectors gathered on Saturday afternoon to remember and celebrate Bob Goldstone, the beloved record man who crashed on his bike last week and died in surgery on July 3 at age 67. The stories and testimony and hugs helped, to be sure, but this is a hard loss for our community and our Roots family. Bob was a respected 40-year veteran of record retail. Over a long and energetic career, he ran record stores out West and sales for cool record labels in the East. When I first met Bob he was running community events and in-store shows for Tower Records on West End Ave., when that was Nashville’s top gathering place for musical searchers and geeks. Bob chose and presented the talent with enthusiasm and knowledge, and he really did get the whole community involved. Over the past decade, Bob was a core member of the team that built Thirty Tigers, arguably Nashville’s most innovative and consequential modern-day music company. He helped foster the vinyl revival, wrestling with the inner game of finding scarce slots on the pressing machines and quality control. He was instrumental in the rise of Record Store Day. And of course, you could always count on something great spinning on the record player in his office, where he did so much work with such easy-going steadiness and mentored so many music industry acolytes as they rose through the ranks. Bob was supremely, innately musical – a fan and enabler in equal, mighty measure. As his friends and loved ones said on Saturday, he radiated joy across two overlapping worlds – his fellow human beings and music. He was a true friend of our show – a frequent visitor and a happy believer. Our hearts go out to Bob’s family, to the team at Thirty Tigers and to other friends of Bob all over the country and the world. In these trying times, let’s take up his light and live his commitment to open-hearted, open-minded listening.