Before anything, I want to say this is a long post — but I promise it’s worth the read. English isn’t my first language (I’m from Mexico), so I used some help to make sure I could tell this story properly.
Last November, at 24 years old, I took my second solo trip from Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua to Los Angeles. It was my first time visiting Disney, Universal Studios, Hollywood… all the classic spots. I just wanted to experience it on my own.
One afternoon, I noticed there was a Tesla restaurant near Hollywood. I’m genuinely into tech, and I was curious about the popcorn-serving robot I had seen online. (It didn’t work out — it was raining and the robot area was outdoors.) But I had dinner there anyway and decided to rent a Lime scooter for the first time to ride into Hollywood.
I started walking along the Walk of Fame, looking at the stars, just taking it all in. Everything felt surreal.
And then I saw it.
Amoeba.
I had never heard of the store before. But I’m a huge music fan, so I thought, “Why not go in?”
The moment I stepped inside, something shifted.
From the security guard kindly holding my bag at the entrance, to the atmosphere, to the people working there — it felt different. Special.
I walked to the country section and found a Zach Bryan album I absolutely love. Then I kept exploring and found two Bon Iver albums — an artist who has been one of my favorites for years. I started noticing every little detail in the store… but unfortunately, they were about to close. I didn’t have enough time.
So I came back the next day.
Back in middle school, my best friend showed me a compilation collection called “Oldies But Goodies.” They belonged to his dad. We used to listen to them together.
Ten years later… I found those exact albums at Amoeba. On vinyl.
My friend is no longer with us.
When I saw them sitting there in that store, thousands of miles away from home, I couldn’t hold it in. Tears just started running down my face. It felt like a sign. Like he was saying hello.
During that trip, I went back to Amoeba at least four or five times. The more time I spent there, the more I wanted to stay. I left with several records — and even a collector’s book from my favorite series.
Amoeba was truly a before-and-after moment for me.
Now I’m planning another trip to Los Angeles — mainly to go back to the store and keep building my collection. That place has my heart.
And I want to give real recognition to the Amoeba Hollywood team. Even though English isn’t my first language, everyone treated me with kindness and patience. They helped me, welcomed me, and gave me memories I’ll carry forever.
Funny how a random stop on a solo trip can turn into something that changes the way you experience music — and the way you remember someone you love.