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Happy Birthday Amoeba Music San Francisco!

Posted by Kelly S. Osato, November 15, 2012 11:23pm | Post a Comment
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Today Amoeba Music San Francisco turns fifteen years old! Fifteen, that awkward age where all associations with mom make for endless trials of embarrassment and your kid sister's crack attempts at one-upping your status as "family favorite" are just, ya know, not cute.

To celebrate the occasion tributes were made and obligatory pizza pies and butter creme sheet cakes were enjoyed by staff and regulars, not a small number of whom contributed to an immensely successful pot luck style lunch comprised of porchetta sandwiches with cole slaw, eggplant mango sushi, wild rice and mushroom pilaf, vegetable curry, savory meatballs, chips and homemade salsa, cinnamon-y apple crisp, coconut milk rice pudding, ginger snaps, and succulent peanutbutter fudge. Although we refrained from transforming the info counter into a champagne fountain (there's always next year kids!) we managed to keep it classy and sassy for the greater good with plenty of good fellowship and cheer. Happy 15th Amoeba SF! Keep on truckin'!

Happy Birthday Maynard!!!

Posted by Mr. Chadwick, May 4, 2008 10:50am | Post a Comment
Today would have been the big 8-0 for the high flying trumpet man Maynard Ferguson...RIP







(In which Job celebrates Stiv Bator's birthday.)

Posted by Job O Brother, October 22, 2007 03:06pm | Post a Comment

They say it’s my birthday. Happy birthday to me.

You’re like me, right? I mean, you HATE the song “Happy Birthday to You” as much as me. That saccharine dirge that well-wishers croak as they lug out some lit-on-fire, tacky cake smeared with artificially-colored vegetable shortening? It’s the sonic equivalent to that inedible frosting; coating your orifice with a greasy slime, leaving you wondering why you ever tell people when you were born. And then you remember why. Because they pay for dinner.

But that song! Most foul! And you know that it’s copyrighted, right? Someone actually owns that sucker. Warner/Chappell Music, specifically. The company bought the company who owned it (The Summy Company) in 1990 for $15 million dollars.

If I had $15 million dollars, I’d buy the world a piñata, and inside I’d stuff it with hope and love, and when it was busted open it would heal the planet.

Anyway, royalties have to be paid to Warner Music if you want to use that song. It’s why you rarely hear it, in its entirety, in films and TV.


"Happy checks sent to me...!"

I wish everyone had to pay to sing the song. Yeah, you heard me right. I wish every joker who decided to sing that song to me on October 22 had to pay the $10,000 price-tag. And yes, they would still have to pay for my dinner.


Lots of fun, famous peeps share this birthday with me:
Annette Funicello, Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme & William IX, Duke of Aquitaine!

Now, because it’s my birthday, I can do whatever I want, no questions asked. I can throw every single 6th grader into a volcano, sew the elderly together into one, great, old-person lei, and chop down every Ikea store in the world to make materials for trees – I could do any of these things and more, since it’s my birthday, and that's the law. Yet, I choose to spend it here, with you, my Amoeblog family.