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Amoeba San Francisco's Record Store Day - Rock Around the Clock!

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, April 20, 2010 11:13am | Post a Comment
Whew! We're still recovering from a very successful and exhausting Record Store Day 2010 here at Amoeba San Francisco!

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The day started off with a bang right at 10:30, with throngs of customers who had been lined up outside anxiously busting through the doors and rushing to find the special RSD treats. Within minutes there were hundreds of frenzied, music-seeking people flooding into the store!

amoeba san francisco record store day 2010

amoeba san francisco record store day 2010

The first items to go this year were the Beastie Boys' Mystery White Label, Magnetic Fields' 69 Love Songs Box Set, Wilco's Kicking Television Live in Chicago and The Hold Steady's Heaven is Wherever LP. The quick-moving line wrapped around the rock vinyl section, with happy customers eagerly chattering about their scores. On their way out the door, they received free goodie bags full of swag as a thank you!

amoeba san francisco record store day 2010

amoeba san francisco record store day 2010

The morning flew by and before we knew it, Charlotte Gainsbourg was stepping into the store, looking fresh and fashion forward in her goat fur lined coat and perfectly weathered brown boots, ready for her signing. The fans were already lined up, anxiously awaiting their turn to speak to rock/fashion/film royalty. She walked out to strains of Blonde on Blonde; along with Dylan, for her signing, Charlotte had requested we play Dark Side of the Moon and The White Album, all together three of the more popular rock records in the canon. We got the chance to interview Miss Charlotte post-signing for an upcoming website feature, and throughout the interview she was calm and even, despite the frenzy downstairs on our floor.

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Record Store Day Pre-Party Re-Cap!

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, April 17, 2010 05:46pm | Post a Comment


(Amoebites Evan, James, Spenser, Anthony, and Grace)

Words by Spenser Russell-Snyder
Photos by Ryan Stark


With Record Store Day 2010 just a few days away, Amoeba Music Berkeley and The East Bay Express brought the best independent record stores in the East Bay together to pre-game for the big day! The pre-party took place at the Uptown Nightclub in Oakland, where Amoeba has its monthly Dusty Fingers DJ nights.

Amoeba gave away the standard buttons, stickers and magnets, and also had a raffle for limited edition Record Store Day screen printed lithographs (limited to a numbered run of 110 posters!), RSD t-shirts, a copy of the game "Rock N' Roll Triviologies," and a grand prize of a $25 Amoeba gift certificate! When entering the raffle, each contestant also got a $5 off coupon, good only at Amoeba Berkeley on Record Store Day, to help folks cut down the final price of their Record Store Day exclusive purchases.

The Wrong Way: African Americans in Rock, by Cas

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, February 27, 2010 03:01pm | Post a Comment
kyp malone tv on the radio

Kyp Malone and I shared an “Afro-punk moment” a few years ago. We were at Bimbo’s 365 Club in San Francisco where Kyp’s band, TV on the Radio, had opened for The Faint. The show was just letting out when I ran into the furry, bespectacled guitarist and co-vocalist milling about in the lobby of the venue. I struck up a conversation, letting him know I’d caught the previous night’s show of the same bill at The Grand Regency Ballroom. We’d been talking for some time when a young white indie kid broke away from the pack of even more young white indie kids that passed by and approached Kyp and me, smiling that “OMG” smile. “You guys were great tonight” she beamed, at first addressing me. There was this split second of confusion when I didn’t know how to respond since, you know, I was holding it down in thetv on the radio audience that night. I kind of chuckled and motioned towards Kyp, remarking that he was the guy she wanted to thank. Kyp, being mischievous, motioned right back at me, letting her know that I was the guy to thank. We let it hang for one beat before letting the embarrassed girl off the hook. Kyp thanked her for the compliment, his genuine smile defusing the girl’s embarrassment. After she dove back into the throng, Kyp turned to me and said, “That happens all the time...whenever I’m standing with any other black dude.” We laughed. 

Taking the diplomatic route, I guess I couldn’t really blame the girl for thinking I was a member of the band, except I don’t bear that much of a resemblance to any of the guys in TVOTR. Sure, we share some African ancestry, taste in eyewear and facial hair grooming concepts. But we don’t really look alike. Do we? Regardless, amongst all of the people that were at Bimbo’s that night, Kyp and I stuck out, even though only one of us was on stage under spotlights.

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Midnight Mass: Teen Witch Feb 20

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, February 19, 2010 03:20pm | Post a Comment
teen witch midnight mass

Read A Requiem Mass For Me: Jay Reatard

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, January 14, 2010 02:33pm | Post a Comment
by Rob

The Reatards Fallout Records, Seattle – 1999

It's been just over ten years since that was filmed. On the first cross country jaunt by (a just old enough to drive) Jay and his make shift band. As whip fast and damaging as jay reatardthat daytime instore was, that night's gig has gone down in Seattle’s punk rock history books. A local oaf was heckling the Reatards as they played at the downtown venue The Gibson House (RIP). Jay, not one to take lightly these jabs at his character, watched as the drunken punk walked out the door. As he waited to cross the street, Jay threw down his guitar, opened the sliding window (stage left), jumped out and ran to the intersection. The crowd watched in awe as the band continued, not missing a damaged beat…and acting as though this happens all the time. It does. Jay laid a few steady blows, a few crazy man arm swings, wrestled about, and then came back in to finish the song.

This left a lasting imprint on me.

Not as much an imprint as it did on the pulpy, drunk outside, but…

This was art as terrorism. Band vs. crowd. He was the rare kind of frontman that does this not for the jay reatardaudience's sake, but for himself. This was his release. A tension breaker. Therapy. Jay was in it deep. If he hadn't been, he'd prolly have been a criminal or something. I dunno.

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