It’s been a rough winter. It’s been a rough year. Events of the past 12 months have left me adrift and isolated and struggling to find a way back to life and love and all that hooey. It hasn’t been easy. But it didn’t take me long after returning to Los Angeles to find what […]
By sheer chance, my arrival in LA happened to coincide with a free show at Spaceland’s April reident, former fellow Amoebite, Jim Evens and his fine outfit, Helen Stellar. Following them were Burgess Tomlinson and Rona Rapadas, also Amoebites, but better known as Healmonster & Tarsier, whose work I’ve always loved. And I love them […]
December 20, 2006 – 8:00 am
This is how Amoeba looks on December 18, 2006 at 7:50 PM. By the time you read this I’ll be in the air on my way to New Mexico for a couple days. I’ll fly back in on Saturday early, pick up my car at LAX and then drive straight here, where I’ll work what […]
September 21, 2006 – 11:40 pm
When I get in to work there’s a silver-haired guy standing in the far corner of the Mezzanine. Another guy trains a camera on him as he talks and gesticulates and looks really important. “Who’s the star?” I ask. “Some guy from The Police,” someone says. It’s Steward Copeland, I realize, and I spend the […]
August 29, 2006 – 8:24 pm
Apparently, I can’t just leave my work at home. I have to take it with me on vacation. Amoeba representin’ at Lamarck Col in the Sierra Nevada:
August 20, 2006 – 12:12 am
While at Amoeba, try not to be too destructive while browsing. It makes things difficult for other shoppers. This is our smut section (yes, we have one of those.) We all stand around and stare for a few minutes, just to absorb the enormity of what had been done here. Luckily, Logan is able to […]
My Mom’s in town, so expect more photos and less verbiage. Yesterday we spend some time in the humidity and oppression of Summer ’06. First it’s a hike in Temescal Canyon. Then it’s an evening on the Santa Monica Pier where I’m working the Amoeba booth for the Twilight Dance Series. Last night it’s Lyrics […]
The night before, I’m up until 3:00 AM, spinning vinyl, tweaking mp3’s, setting the last details of my set in place. And at 8:00 A.M. I roll out of bed and drop the first track onto my turntable. Almost exactly an hour and a half later the last notes of the complete mix die away. […]
When it comes time for a break, most of my coworkers at Amoeba step outside and have a smoke. I don’t. In the interest of balance, when I take a break I do cancer research. . . . Sorry it’s been quiet around here. But between the jobs and the writing I’ve had very little […]
It’s my day off, but I still drag myself out of bed, hop into my shoes and traipse down Sunset to work. Today is the occasion of a rare morning in-store by none other than Jack White The Raconteurs. I want to see how many people show up. People were calling the store yesterday asking […]
Oh man, I got wind of this yesterday in conversation with Hiland, Kirk and Kyle on the Mezzanine. Then I spotted this reference to former Amoeba co-worker Lance Rock’s new gig. YO GABBA GABBA! This looks like a cast of characters I can get behind. I don’t think the show has been picked up yet, […]
Yep. It’s formal Friday on the Mezz. So I break out my formal wear.
Amoeba co-worker, spinner of wax and all-around cool guy, DJ Ned Learner is throwing down the vinyl at Carbon tomorrow night. It’s not just your usual, “Are you coming to my club?” night, either. Tomorrow marks the 52nd near-consecutive week he’s DJ’d the Wednesday night gig. What The DJ Wants. That means no requests. Just […]
April 26, 2006 – 11:34 pm
What’s happening on the Mezzanine? The Amoeba Music Mezzanine is getting a makeover. So print this up and study it. Things are changing. They’ll be at it till four this morning. I’m safely home. Ready for bed. Goodnight.
This has been a hell of a week. I haven’t posted since I got back to Hollywoodland. This is because I work 56 hours in a five day period. Five days at Amoeba. Three days at Argentum. Things are pretty normal now. Here are some pictures to prove it (since I don’t have the energy […]
