When I was 11-years-old I took my first trip to San Francisco alongside my parents and my two older sisters. Of course we visited the typical tourist areas and of course my 11-year-old self fell in love with everything I saw, but when we made our way inside Amoeba Music store my little heart exploded into pieces. The minute you walk inside you sense an aura that feels a bit intimidating and electrifying all at once. My sisters dived into the seemingly everlasting aisles of music, DVDS, and band merch and I watched as they let their minds soak in everything the store had to offer. They were the ones that introduced me to a vast variety of music at such a young age (I should probably thank them for that soon. Maybe.)
We arrived back home in L.A. and I relived my visit to Amoeba in my head almost 100 times a day. It wasn’t until I was 13 that my sisters took me to Amoeba in Hollywood and my daydreams about walking into an abyss of music were about to be revitalized and brought to life again, this time closer to home. The three of us went together again to experience what we did a few years back and this time it felt even greater. We spent more than half of the day looking through aisles of CDs and shelves of books about musicians and art. I would look at people around me to see what they looked like and what records they clutched in their arms. People from all different backgrounds focused their eyes on stacks of records and cassettes so determined to find what they’re looking for or perhaps come across a sweet and unexpected surprise. Something about a place where music lovers can come together and search for whatever they wanted made me feel as if I was a part of some sort of realm.
Since then my sisters and I try to make it a monthly tradition to go to Amoeba together. Not only do I find it therapeutic walking through the store and finding music, but it makes our bond grow much stronger. Our tastes in music are similar, yet completely different and we respect each other’s opinions on songs/bands/everything whether the opinions are positive or negative. As the youngest, it’s so easy to absorb what my sisters listen to and emulate what they liked (which I kind of did) but seeing them as two different people with two different types of personalities and music tastes taught me that I could listen to and be whatever I wanted. To this day we continue our tradition and entering Amoeba on Sunset Boulevard still makes me feel the same way it did when I was younger. Now I realize there’s so much more to just buying records with my sisters, it’s the fact that we continue to grow and expand our worlds when we’re apart but when we’re together looking for music it’s as if time is standing still and we’re doing one of the things we love to do most. Besides that they’re annoying (just kidding.)