Despite the gleaming onyx tour bus and the cop car occupying the loading zone, the crowd sprouting like Marlboro-scented weeds along the front wall, and the scratchy garble of walkie-talkies last Thursday night, some people still didn't get that this wasn't your typical vinyl-browsing evening at Amoeba. Around 8:30, while the Haight Street establishment prepped for one of its biggest live performances (next to Tenacious D, of course), a denim-clad twentysomething scratched her head as to why she couldn't just "run in and buy a CD." As the balding doorman explained, even if the reason for her visit was to purchase something, she'd have to wait in line with everyone else or return later that night. That... More >>>
The Raconteurs: From red and white to plaid all over.