August 14, 2005 – 12:11 am
Sara: “Get your damn Merrill Osmond out of my imports section.” Eric: “It’s funny that they were looking for a spelling bee soundtrack and they didn’t think of spelling it out.” (after a customer asks why they can’t find the soundtrack for 25th Annual Putman County Spelling Bee at the beginning of the alphabet.) Dave: […]
I’ve got work to do. I’m trying to assemble a cool mix disc and I’ve got very little time in which to do it. But I want to share four quick pics. the first is one I take on Sunday: Pretty much sums it up, no? I get a fix-it ticket for not having a […]
Yesterday at work I meet a fetching woman with a voice like a wisp of silk who reminds me of a far more attractive Joey Lauren Adams. I try to help her think of some cool, guitar-based music for her to use as temp tracks in a film, although it’s more that I talk to […]
My coworker, Deep, walks up to me in the music DVD section, which I manage. I’m very comfortable there. Deep manages the Cult section, two rows away. “How is it that we always see you helping gorgeous women in your section? How do you do that?” I reply, “It’s simple. When I see an attractive […]
The audio file has been mixed, compressed and uploaded. I’ll provide a link to it either tonight or tomorrow night. Can you stand the tension? The anticipation? The suspense–? Oh. You can.
When I fist sign up for to participate in Mandala, Amoeba’s in-house DJ series, I plan on spinning a predictable set of traditional tunes that cover my interests. I figure that way, I’ll offend the fewest number of people. But somewhere along the way, I decide, “Fuck it,” and I set out to spin a […]
I’ll post in detail about the whole thing later today. Despite a few difficulties (a pitch control with a mind of its own) the set went very well.
Licorice Pizza was the name of a record store that used to exist in Albuquerque. I doubt it exists any more. (You know, Black like licorice? Round like pizza? LP?) Anyway, I’m spinning the licorice pizza on Wednesday at Amoeba starting at 8:30PM, if anyone’s curious. I’d love it if just one friend shows up, […]
Remember this post? Back in January a copy of the Academy promo-issue score for Alexander comes in over the Buy Counter at work. I blog about it. Defamer picks up on the post. It sells the next day. Dedicated Vangelis collector extraordinaire, “Uncle Don,” gets wind of the score and asks me to alert him […]
Set your calendars, kids. Next week, May 25, is my DJ debut at Amoeba Music in Hollywood. I’ll be setting my hands on the wheels of steel at about 8:30 and spin for an hour and a half. I’m billed as DJ HUMBLE (because I’m the best DJ ever,) and it’s described on the flyer […]
“Why would you ever want to work with old people?” says LAUREN. She’s quoting people who question her emphasis on Gerontology in pursuing her Masters Degree in Social Work Welfare at Berkeley. Then she relates a story told to her by a classmate whose focus was on child welfare, about a father who got his […]
I’m in West Sacramento, hanging out at my brother’s house. Procrastination is underway. I’ve sat down to do a little work. Instead, I’m posting. But it’s high time I did so anwyay. So here’s the tracklist for my contribution to Amoeba’s CD club. Eleven of us formed the club a few months ago. The idea […]
April 13, 2005 – 12:02 am
Now there’s something you don’t see too often: an empty street in front of the Cinerama Dome. Today is a blur. Hundreds upon hundreds of new movies, not enough people to drop them into shelves, phones ringing off the hook (“Mezzanine, lines 2,4 AND 7 are for you…”) and through it all this damned ringing […]
March 29, 2005 – 12:05 am
Sara makes fun of me tonight because I’m waxing ecstatic over the unexpected release of the old Sting film, Bring On The Night. It’s a cool flick, part document’ry, part concert film, capturing Sting during his Dream of The Blue Turtles phase. Somewhere after The Soul Cages, Sting got insufferably boring, but back then he […]
Liquified sez: John has decided to put all of his energies into the show at the Mayan on Wednesday, and will not be appearing at Amoeba on Tuesday. That’s a nicer way to put it than, “John’s got a head full of phlegm and British Airways won’t let him on board.”
