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THE RECORD STORE AT THE END OF THE WORLD :: A Conversation with Marc Weinstein, Co-Founder of Amoeba Music

THE RECORD STORE AT THE END OF THE WORLD :: A Conversation with Marc Weinstein, Co-Founder of Amoeba Music

The recorded music boom was a strange period in the history of art. For a moment, before the quick-flowing river of the internet brought infinite playlists to our doorsteps, there were these fetish-objects imbued with great power, sleeved in gorgeous design, that contained the emotional and visionary testaments of our finest creatives. We could take them home with us, we could contemplate their packaging meditatively, and we could lay on the floor of our rooms and get lost in their sounds.

Normally I’m suspicious of this kind of nostalgia, but I’d been tasked with understanding why Amoeba Music has existed, and continues to exist, in this age of digital downloads. I felt the best way to understand was to ask, so my wonderful editor set up an appointment for me at their Hollywood location to talk to Marc Weinstein—one of the people who started it all, one of the original founders of Amoeba.

Amoeba Music Hollywood. Photo: Paolo Fortades.

Every time I visit, I’m struck by the fact that this place is unique. There used to be plenty of record stores of this size, like Virgin or Tower, but none of them had this character, this sense that you’re surrounded by a bunch of friends who just want to listen to your favorite bands with you. The sun streams through the windows over the vast racks and posters, great tracks play in the background, and people move up and down the rows like grazing animals. You can spend hours here, just because of how it feels.

On the other hand, there are myriad independent record shops that have this welcoming atmosphere, but none of them are even remotely this huge.

Photo: Robb Klassen.

“We felt when we opened Amoeba that people were not having an opportunity to get their hands on everything that was out there,” Marc told me. “Find out about it, learn about it, see it. All the stores were either really small, or the big chain stores were really generic and their inventory was based on what sells. People have a choice between this corporate model of here’s our selection and a little used store, which really was fun. But we tried to bridge the gap—take the big box store and merge it with the little used store with the independent vibe.”

This kind of have-your-cake-and-eat-it mentality dominated all the conversations I had that day at the store. Amoeba Music, it became clear to me, isn’t just a successful vehicle for selling records. It had been born out of an idea, and it’s still fueled by that idea: a vision of a sort of music fan’s paradise.

“I’ve never been about the money. I’ve always been about spreading the gospel of music and what it can mean for humanity.” Marc Weinstein, co-founder of Amoeba Music. Photo: Robb Klassen.

“Keep stocked as deep as we can and in as many genres. That’s a big one,” Kara Lane says with a laugh, when I ask what they do to make the place special. Kara handles Amoeba’s in-store appearances, promotions, and other logistical nightmares, and she’s been with them for over 20 years. She left advertising because she wanted to do something that meant more. She loved music, and she wanted to help spread it.

“I’m not a musician myself, but I’ve just always been around it, surrounded by artists and musicians. So being able to facilitate, or be like, ‘I’m into that,’ or ‘That intrigues me. What can we do that’s creative around it?’ The non-artist creativity part, I guess.” I assure her that what she does is an art. What would Amoeba be without their events and live shows?

Well beyond their ability to stock great titles, that space for creativity and that sense of community are the things holding Amoeba together and keeping it relevant. It’s the ingredient none of those chain record stores, or most stores of any kind, have. There’s an aura around the place, and you feel it when you walk in: This is where my people congregate. I belong here. Misfit kids from all over the world, from customers to artists to employees, have been sucked into Amoeba, beckoned home by that feeling.

Marc knows exactly what I’m talking about. “Totally. People feel so at home on both sides of the counter. Everyone that works here is almost too loyal, because it’s such an environment where they can be who they want to be, and there aren’t too many places where you can go work and be who you are.”

Photo: Paolo Fortades.

The staff members I speak to echo this sentiment. Everyone in the store seems to be enjoying themselves, relaxing, and talking about music. The tense, big-brother-is-watching atmosphere that exists in so many retail outlets is totally absent—I feel like I’ve walked in on a group of friends who want to help me find cool records.

According to Tony Bevilacqua, who played guitar for bands like The Distillers along with his Amoeba gig (most people who work here are music veterans and musicians), the “friends” atmosphere is quite literal: “I got in through a friend here, so I remember doing kind of a quick interview, but it wasn’t a quiz, like, ‘Name the Led Zeppelin records in order,’ or something,” he jokes.

“Where else can you go to see the cultural and critical mass of LA?”

There’s no reliance, in this community, on traditional job applications or bureaucracy. It’s all trust and love. Tony says it’s the same at work as it is in music. “Anything for all the band stuff I’ve done, it’s all happened by running into someone at a bar or at a party and someone’s like, ‘Oh, we need someone to play on tour. Can you come do it?’ It’s never through what they teach you in school where you have to apply to places and have a resume. It’s been running into someone at a bar,” he says.

Tony Bevilacqua. Photo: Robb Klassen.

“That, I think, is part of why the staff is so stable, even though they don’t get paid great,” Marc says. “It’s retail. No one’s making any money around here. But everyone loves the culture and the place. Where else can you go to see the cultural and critical mass of LA? Just the utter diversity of it is so well-expressed in this place.”

At core, Marc is not a businessman. He doesn’t come off like one, either—he’s exactly who you’d want the founder of Amoeba to be. He’s got long, curly hair, and a beard, and a cowboy button-up, and he talks about opening the world’s greatest record store like you or I might talk about a house party we threw or a band we formed in high school. “I started it all, but it has such a life of its own. I don’t take responsibility for a lot of what goes on here these days,” says Marc.

“Almost 30 years ago, my partner Dave [Prinz] and I sort of conjured it up in a car with a joint and a yellow pad. Sort of like, ‘Okay, if we do this... and we need this much money to get started…’ kind of thing. It was always about trying to do it right, and do the community thing. And I was always way into used records, and I’m kind of an artist. My degree is in painting and fine art, so to me it’s like an art project. To my partner, Dave, it’s like a business school project.”

Photo: Paolo Fortades.

You can spend hours here, just because of how it feels.

Photo: Paolo Fortades.

That combination worked, and the phenomenon snowballed. Amoeba is an amalgamated product of the sensibility of its founders, as well as that inescapable force that guides all new ventures: timing. Marc’s crate-digging geekery motivated him to understand how record stores were run, how purchasing worked, and how to flip those purchases to taste for a city full of hungry music fans at the perfect moment—at a time when records were devalued and their market underestimated. Deep personal passions that might’ve made him, in another set of circumstances, just another John Cusack from High Fidelity, set him and Amoeba up for massive success.

“Almost 30 years ago, my partner Dave and I sort of conjured [the idea for Amoeba] up in a car with a joint and a yellow pad.” -Marc Weinstein

Marc cut his teeth at Rasputin Records, a 1971 Berkeley mainstay. “When I moved to California from Buffalo in 1980, I got a job the first day I got to Berkeley in Rasputin’s. I did displays, and I learned how to buy used records there—which was a joy, and something I’m especially good at. I’ve always loved ephemera. I have like 20,000 postcards; I used to collect antique postcards and some magazines and stuff.”

Photo: Paolo Fortades.

“But I love ephemera by nature, and an LP seemed like the ultimate, because it’s not just paper goods—it’s such a product of an era,” Marc says. “It’s a moment in time, and it’s also the culmination of such great amount of effort [from the artist]. Like a book. Just so much work goes into it, and crafting it, and it’s a real piece of art. And then it’s kind of for everyone, it’s kind of cheap. And most people saw them as throwaways; in 1980, I mean, there was literally nobody buying or selling used records at all… and so we were doing it on a scale at Rasputin’s that was inspiring to me.”

Marc wasn’t kidding about the scale. He spent an entire year traveling from city to city on the East Coast—Hartford, Syracuse, other small-to-mid-sized towns—buying about 30,000 LPs total and shipping them all out to California. They were dirt-cheap, as he says, because nobody knew records were worth a dime. CDs had just hit the market, and everyone assumed vinyl was on the way out.

Photo: Paolo Fortades.

With a connoisseur’s experience mass-buying and managing a diverse, appealing inventory, he was ready to join forces with his friend and future partner Dave Prinz—who had just sold a chain of seventeen video stores, in 1988—to dream up Amoeba.

Again, the timing struck me. Marc’s partner had sold those video stores at the exact moment he needed to: right before the market was dominated by franchises like Blockbuster, and then burned out completely in the wake of the digital revolution.

This is a hard lesson for people starting businesses in the 21st century: it’s not enough to look around and make decisions based on what’s popular now. Often, those product and media cycles started underground, way before you ever heard of them, and you’re seeing the tail end. Participating in your community, exploiting your weird interests, and following your heart are often much better methods if you want to create the future.

Photo: Paolo Fortades.

But bucking trends takes courage. It’s not guaranteed to work. So I was curious about the moment Marc jumped head-first into Amoeba. Sure, he was passionate, but again, he could’ve just collected records, could’ve continued making himself valuable at Rasputin or countless other places. What finally pushed him to take the risk of starting his own business?

“The most obvious factor, I would say more than anything—and I’ve thought about this—my dad passed away last year, but I’ve been thinking about him a lot. And I really do think one of my motivations was to prove to my parents I could make a living working at a record store. It was like ‘now or never.’ At a certain point, I felt like I really had to branch out and do that.”

Participating in your community, exploiting your weird interests, and following your heart are often much better methods if you want to create the future.

I was somewhat shaken by Marc’s admission about his parents. I want to believe that I’ve shed my childish desire to please my family, and that if I have some massive success, it will be in some kind of vacuum, entirely on my own terms. But his inner narrative about his folks’ opinion was precisely the thing that pushed him over the edge. Maybe youthful rebellion is a more important force in our world than I thought.

Photo: Paolo Fortades.

“Really the crux event that I harken back to was the guy who owned Streetlight Records, which had five stores in the Bay Area. He basically didn’t ever have to work—he had a house in Big Sur. He used to invite me down to Big Sur to talk about the store, about what’s going on, and we would sit there and sort of eat pistachios and flip the shells off the cliff that went down to the ocean at his beautiful house in Big Sur. And on my way back from my last big hangout with this guy, Bob, I basically was in the car and I just decided, ‘That’s it, I gotta fucking do this. Because there’s no way I’m going to keep making this guy rich and not do it myself. I’m the one with the expertise, not him.’ You know?”

I did know. Most of us have felt this way at more than one job. But expertise is one thing, and a fully functioning business is another. The Big Idea had to be fleshed out.

Photo: Paolo Fortades.
Photo: Paolo Fortades.

“Dave used to come back from Hawaii with this incredible Hawaiian pot, and I just loved it—he loved it. Sitting in the car, having a joint, talking about starting a store—that was the first six months. Then the nitty-gritty, going to his place, getting down to figuring out all the numbers, starting to talk about an identity and a name and all of that stuff… one thing led to another and we started looking at spaces.

There were like, eight record stores at the time we opened Amoeba, right in that area by the university. And a lot of people, when we opened, were like, ‘Why do we need another record store?’ [We responded] ‘You’ll find out because we’re doing something different.”

At this point, I felt like I understood the nuts-and-bolts factors that led to Amoeba’s success, but we hadn’t spent any time discussing the force at the center of it all—the music itself.

Amoeba Music Berkeley. Photo: Pinterest.

Music still matters to people. This is clear from streaming numbers, and from the proliferation of festivals. It’s clear from the way people engage with Amoeba, too. But it still seems strange when looked at from a distance. We humans love to pour these organized, carefully modulated sounds into our ears. We love to exchange feelings and cultural information this way; we love to hear the stories other humans are telling in tones and rhythms and screams. Just writing or talking isn’t enough. We want sound and energy.

Underneath all the business considerations, this is clearly the fuel on which Amoeba runs. Marc wanted to turn his love of records into a thriving business. But why do we love records in the first place?

Photo: Paolo Fortades.

“Yeah, I’ve never been about the money. I’ve always been about spreading the gospel of music and what it can mean for humanity. It’s sort of this art and language that humans are capable of creating that goes above and beyond most things we recognize in this world. It’s sort of a conduit to another side of reality that most people barely skim while they’re on this planet. But there’s so much more to it, and I just love the spiritual connection people have with their artists and their music. To me, it goes less noticed, certainly, than it should in our society,” says Marc.

“Being from the generation I’m from, I think I grew up in a time when the pop music that everybody knows today as kind of classic rock—from Zeppelin to Black Sabbath to Coltrane and Miles and all of that stuff from the ‘60s. It’s my church music. It’s my generation’s church music. I never went to church, you know? And now I can go see a great cover band doing Zeppelin and just have the time of my life seeing anyone play that shit. And so it goes deeper than I can even begin to describe for me personally. And that’s what motivates me, just my own feelings about it.”

“I’ve never been about the money. I’ve always been about spreading the gospel of music and what it can mean for humanity.” -Marc Weinstein

I knew exactly what he was talking about. I was raised Evangelical Christian, and even after breaking away from the church, the ecstatic, body-elevating feeling I got from dancing and singing in worship stayed with me. My world was turned inside-out when, as a teenager, I experienced that same feeling at a humble Tool concert in Bakersfield, California. That feeling doesn’t just belong to the church, I told him. It belongs to everyone.

“Absolutely,” Marc agrees. “That collective consciousness thing is so huge. That’s what it is all about to me, the collective consciousness of a show, there’s just nothing like it. I was in that perfect time—I went to see Pink Floyd do Dark Side of the Moon, and I was doing acid, and everybody in the place was doing acid. It was like 18,000 people, tripping and listening to Pink Floyd. I think back and it gives me chills, and it’s just incredible to think about where I got to be.”

Photo: Paolo Fortades.

“I think I was just at the perfect point in time where my whole generation was so inspired by music. My record store—every neighborhood had a record store and the guy always had all the new stuff. It was easy to figure out what you wanted, because there were only so many bands in each genre, and you sort of would see a new release, and you’d check,” remembers Marc. “Now there’s too many genres, too many things, and sure, it’s still great. But it’s just so much more splintered and all over the map. For people that dig in deep into a certain subgenre or whatever—it’s a different kind of thing. In those days, you had to really search it out.”

Marc had a point. I had always been an optimist about digital media. It had changed my life—given me a window into the world that inspired my own art, music, and writing. Our entire generation owes a massive debt to the internet for our cultural education, our inspiration. The amount of access we have is incredible.

Yet there’s no denying that the experience of streaming music online is different. When we’re on our devices, we have access to addictive social feeds and pressing work email accounts. Listening to music is generally secondary—an activity we do while we also do other things. I can’t remember the last time I just sat down and listened to an entire album.

Photo: Paolo Fortades.
Photo: Paolo Fortades.

Records, by contrast, are decoupled from the internet. Listening to a record is a specific and ritualistic act, one that invites you do be carried away from your online concerns into a world of pure and focused expression.

Marc agrees. “It’s kind of the ultimate meditation, besides making our own art, I guess. But it’s sort of right up there with it. You can really experience something so well-crafted and conceived and fully-realized. It’s really an inspiring thing for anyone who’s kind of already [into that] by nature or whatever. That’s your own private space. [There is] another thing people love about vinyl: it’s guaranteed that no one knows you’re listening to it. Any other format, someone’s keeping track, pretty much.”

I hadn’t thought about this distinction. Well beyond wanting a solitary listening experience, vinyl, especially used vinyl, disconnects media giants from knowing what we’re listening to. We’re so used to having all our preferences fed into an algorithm and then fed back to us; we almost never listen to music in a way that isn’t catered to our tastes. We discover things through online friend networks and YouTube and Spotify suggestions.

But when we go out in the world and interact with a physical marketplace, we have only our instincts, our eyes, and our ears. Amoeba provides another paradigm for discovery, one that allows unpredictability to leak into our musical universe. A kind of magic can happen.

“I love watching people shopping in the store. Watching a young 15-year-old boy go to The Doors section, hold this record up, and look at Jim Morrison. Just like, ‘Wow, this is the actual Doors record that someone had at the time.’ That ephemeral nature—that’s what I go back to every time. It’s like a point in time when this is what was happening. And that, to me, is the most fascinating aspect of music and records in general. How they mark cultural evolution… In the old days, you just go in, and have your own experience. It’s a treasure hunt. You find what you want, you walk out with a few things, you go home. It’s all about doing something for yourself and nobody’s paying attention. It’s just you and your own trip.”