Rare, Collectible, & Otherwise

Tag: bookstores (Page 68 of 107)

Can you dig it? The machines did…

Crazy.

I’ve been playing some old standards on the guitar lately, inspired by my brother-in-law Dennis, the guitar virtuoso. It just occurred to me how prophetic “What a Difference a Day Makes” has turned out to be.

The yellow-metal dinosaurs are sleeping now, but they were in full digestive onslaught when I arrived at the shop this morning. The parking spaces in front of the store?

Gone.

I was able to catch a hungry dino-bot in action just outside the door, as you can see in the image. By mid-afternoon, the entire west-side block of parking was gone. Orange fence in place. Narrow strip of pavement serving as a sidewalk – left in place.

Not many using it.

I believe more people opened the door and stuck their heads in when I moved downtown, even before I even had a sign up or the boxes of books unpacked. Not a complaint here, though. Just an observation. I realize that it’s going to be thin chapters before getting back to the action sequence and the book is completed. (Really stretching for that one, huh?)

My neighbors down the block seem to have survived, and I’m guessing MSTavern will, too. There were cars parked at distances around the intersection, since their regular parking spots near the door are set-off with perimeter tape to protect the wet cement.

Here’s the part I like: With the exception of the first lady in the door, who quickly floated up and down the aisles like a ghost on the haunt before darting outside – the folks who braved the construction and crossed the threshold all bought something. I’ve had days when I could not race to the bathroom quickly enough because of all the store traffic (well, I DID make it on time, after all!) but they simply nodded on their way out, or mumbled something by way of goodbye – without so much as a price check. I LIKE the ratio of browsers to buyers!

What a difference a day makes!

The street project has been officially extended by a month. The mid-October deadline has become a mid-November finish. I don’t expect the yellow mechanical-dinosaurs to be in front of the shop for that long. The contractor is doing his best, and the consensus (while admitting some merchant whining) is that they are moving pretty quickly.

I walked across the street to the bank’s sidewalk. Impressive, is what I am thinking. Nice brick planters, complete with an irrigation system to keep the soon-to-be-installed landscaping alive and well. They are readying the street lamps for installation in the next block, which will be outfitted with electrical outlets to accommodate vendors who need to power up cash registers, fans, or phone-chargers during street festivals and fairs.

I’ve said it all along – the sooner the construction begins, the sooner it can be completed. Well, they have started.

The daily prep schedule will have to be adjusted, obviously. I wondered about making my daily batch of hand-mashed potatoes, but did it anyway. Good thing, too. Wound up selling all of them with the Bangers & Mash and Shepherd’s Pie. Overdid the soup and stew, but thankfully I don’t mind eating my own cooking. Monday, I’ll mentally refigure the recipes and try again.

The parking may be tough for now, but your patience is appreciated. The project is going to be worthwhile in the long run. I’m in it for that.

Don’t be scared by sleeping yellow dino-machines. Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main Street, Broken Arrow OK!

Google this. I mean – search using Google brand search engine.

Suppose you’re a famous artist and people want to buy your stuff, just because your name is on it. Then some knock-offs start signing their paintings with your name, just because they sell better that way. Who you gonna call? The signature police?

You gotta protect what’s yours, even if it’s just your name.

Just heard a television commercial for Band-Aids. Oops. Make that: BAND-AID® Brand Adhesive Bandages. Sometimes it is hard to remember that the little strip that we attach to our boo-boos isn’t called a Band-Aid. It is a bandage. Technically, it is an “adhesive bandage” if it is the peel-and-stick kind.

On the commercial, the kid is singing the old jingle and I can mentally sing along because it’s the same thing I’ve heard since I was a kid scuffing up my elbows in bicycle crashes. Here’s how it goes:

I am stuck on Band-Aids, cuz Band-Aid’s stuck on me!

Except, that isn’t how this kid sang it. His version had one more word: Brand. “I am stuck on Band-Aid’s brand, cuz Band-Aid’s stuck on me!” Still works musically. Half-notes instead of the whole-note. In doing that, the company protects its registered® copyright.

Hopefully.

Here’s the thing. If a company’s name becomes identified as its product, the term becomes generic. Here’s an example.

Aspirin.

In a lot of countries, even to this day, that would be in big letters as the brand name for a product – acetylsalicylic acid. As in Aspirin brand Pain Reliever. In the US, it has become Bayer® brand aspirin. Because in the US, Aspirin® did not protect the name from becoming generic.

Here are a few others: linoleum (maybe the first one to become generic, in 1878 (note that none have a capital letter in front, which they all would have had as a brand name); thermos (1963), dry ice, escalator, videotape (already pretty much obsolete), cellophane, and – get this – heroin.

Heroin was trademarked by Bayer® Company back in 1898. They got distracted for some reason and failed to protect the brand name. Who’d ’a thought?

There are plenty of others. Kerosine. Lanoline. Except, these days, they are kerosene and lanoline. No CAPS. Generic terms, assimilated into the language collective. It is fu-tile to resist.

There are some companies that have battled the Big-G in keeping their name off the generic list. Some are continually misused.

“Will you hand me a kleenex?”

No. Sorry. It’s a Kleenex® brand facial tissue.

“Well, then. Will you xerox this for me?”

Nah. I can photocopy it on the Xerox® brand copy machine.

In our part of the world, we don’t often hear people ask us for a soda pop. Don’t even hear those terms separately. As in, Let’s get a soda. Or – wanna get a pop?

Mostly, we hear, “Ahhhhh, Ma. We weren’t doin’ nothin’… We was just out gettin’ a coke.

No. It’s a Coke® brand soft drink, bottled by Coca-Cola®. And it stays that way only as long as the company continues to run advertising that makes it clear that the name is a brand name associated with a product. Nothing generic.

And – just so you think of this when you see the Band-Aid® brand adhesive bandage commercial, print it out and stick in on the fridge with some scotch-tape (or Scotch brand cellophane adhesive tape), or – just use a post-it® note. Ooops. Post-it® brand self-sticking note.

Meanwhile, I’ll get a brillo pad® and some clorox® and clean up the Book Shop®.

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main, Broken Arrow OK!

What’s that? You say you want a revolution?

How young they look! Dapper pink suits and stripey bell-bottom pants. Of course, in those days, ruffled-front shirts were de rigueur, particularly for rock-and-roll bands.

The magazine came in yesterday, ordered as part of a research project. It was ordered based on an article inside, but it was the cover that caught my attention.

It’s a time-capsule, all right. I looked the boys over and – seeing the youthful face of John Lennon – thought what a loss his death represented. The shame of it is, it took until later for me to remember that George was gone, too, the victim of a health bullet.

The LOOK magazine is dated September 13, 1968. Came in the mail almost exactly 45 years after its cover date. It was a big year for Beatle fans, which might have been translated as a big year for the Beatles, but even then it was the beginning of the end.

Here’s what was going on in that year: the release of the so-called “White Album.” The group was at what later turned out to be the peak of their popularity. They were coming off of the success of Sgt. Pepper’s. Critically acclaimed. Popular success. Hit songs followed from that white-jacketed double album titled only with embossed lettering of the band’s name.

That much, I’ve known for years. Here’s what the research project arrival turned up for me due to a curiosity that spurred a little (off-the-clock) investigating. (I do projects on the side to help pay the bills. So sue me.) Seeing the Fab Four and noting the coincidence of the cover date and today’s date bonked that gotta-find-out button. For years (okay, up until a few minutes ago) I thought the album cover was all-white because it was to replace the “Two Virgins” photograph in which John and Yoko posed naked. Not like Miley Cyrus Arty-Twerky naked. Just standing there, showing-your-business naked.

That is what my good friend Mike told me.

Ahhh, Mike. It wasn’t like that.

Just found out that the album you were talking about was an independent thing. Also released in 1968. It turns out the white album wasn’t a censor-thing at all. A guy named Richard Hamilton DESIGNED it that way. (Would have loved to have heard him sell that idea. Yeah, he says. Totally white. Name? Sure. It’ll say classy. Embossed. Turn it at an angle and you can read The Beatles.” You’ll love it.)

Ahhh, Mike. Come on. You’re a PHD now. Lennon fan then. Thought you would’a had that one figured out.

This one I’ll give you. As I recall, we both thought the later album Let It Be was the last Beatles album. It turns out – if not technically – in all other respects the White Album was the last hurrah. Maybe that was even beyond the finish line. Many of the White Album songs were recorded independently. The band members didn’t even see each other during the recording. Ringo wanted it to be released as two separate records. When he didn’t show a couple of times, Paul McCartney filled in on drums. Two songs worth.

That’s one you didn’t tell me about.

The White Album was released just weeks after this LIFE magazine profile. The band was on top of the world. The band was – internally – lost beneath the waves.

Retrospection is a heck-of-a thing. Especially when it is has never been easier to grab up and listen to older music.

Oh, and here they come. Those long, lost memories. White Album. Hey Jude. First slow dance. Ever. Becky – the most beautiful girl in the entire high school – and my hand is on her hip for one of the longest songs ever commercially released. And I can dance with her until it is finally over.

I’m telling you now… for me, that song never ended. Naaaaaah-na-na, Na-na-nah-nah, Hey Jude.

No dance floor here, but – Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main, Broken Arrow OK!

« Older posts Newer posts »