We made it to Amoeba Records after leaping over bums and addicts like hurdles and I planted myself in the hip hop section for about thirty minutes rummaging through the racks of vinyl in a panicked state. It's much like searching for someone with asthma searching for their lost inhaler. By the time I snapped out of it, I had about twelve records in my arms, a couple of CDs and I was about to pass out. I had to pulled away because we had a meeting in about an hour and David and I had yet to eat. This is Amoeba on Haight.
When it was all said and done, I had purchased the following:
She was looking back behind me and I whirl around to see Judd--her husband and comic book writer. I'm such a loser. I had to do everything in my power to be get starstruck. I need to get out more.
Two other notable locals. While David and I were walking up the sidewalk, I look down to see a woman molesting a dog. Yeah, I'll let your imagination take it from there. Whatever you think up is probably pretty close to what I saw. Also, there was a man pushing along a crate that had about five records in it and he sees our bags from Amoeba and he says, "Hey, man. Y'wanna buy some records?" I politely decline and proceed to walk past him. He says, "How about you just give me some money so I can go smoke more drugs in the park?"
Once we got back to the hotel, I didn't leave that city block for the next three days (except for, of course, dining in the evening which we managed to make it near a half a mile a way). That's my San Francisco experience.
Dude, why can't the Celtics win a playoff game on the road?
Atmosphere are now the sweethearts of MTV, I see. They're getting some pretty heavy bumper rotation. It's about time. Those dude's hussled their asses off for a long time. Speaking of, my brother-in-law Jacko snapped some shots over two nights in Austin where Atmosphere did a two-show stint. Here's just a sampling of some of my favorite shots.Good jerb, Jacko. The rest of his photos can be found here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/jra128/sets/72157604905259246/
Before I go, check out the trailer for The Strangers. Looks dope. Who knows? Appears to be my kinda flick. Masked murderers, isolation, typical hunt-and-kill setup. Go love ya moms.