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Bam! Jump in the Machine!

Tonight I time-traveled. Twice.

After chimichanga and salsa, I switched on CBS and BOOM! Time travel to the 1970s and Ozzy Osbourne – back then the frontman for a group called Black Sabbath. (I point this out because some of you have asked me who the Beatles were.)

Now, I think ole Ozzy is better known as being the husband of Sharon Osbourne. Yes! The same Sharon who revealed on her talk-show The View that she had a “fling” with a guy years and years ago. Before she met Ozzy. A fling with a guy named Jay Leno.

Well!

That was about the same time I met Jay Leno (I had no fling, cross my heart) upstairs at a nightclub in Brookside. Sharon Osbourne – fling with Jay or no – wound up marrying the heavy metal singer, taking on his management duties, and having his children. One of whom would end up on Dancing With the Stars.

Is this a chain of events that signifies the arrival of the Apocolypse?

Doesn’t matter.

Now, I’m time-traveling again. Watching the CBS-CSI concert featuring Ozzy and Black Sabbath, I’m flashing on one of my first-ever live concert tickets: Bloodrock on a Tulsa stage. (Do NOT Google that date.) Never heard of Bloodrock? I don’t hold that against ya.

One hit wonder.

On the other hand… There are – as usual – a couple of stories there. In an age of New York, MoTown, and LA music, Bloodrock was a Texas group. There were plenty of others (ZZ Top, those Albino Boys from Beaumont, TX, Freddie King, Stevie Ray Vaughn, to name a few), but none hit early from the Lone Star State like – Bloodrock. (Don’t nitpick about Richie Valens and La Bamba…)

DOA was the song. As in Dead On Arrival. A song that featured a European-sounding siren as a key musical component. They had a recording contract and a few records before guitarist Dean Parks left to become musical director of the Sonny & Cher Show. (You can Google that one.) Lee Pickens replaced him – later fronting his own Lee Pickens Group.

Stevie Hill of Tulsa joined the band in about 1968, providing keyboards and vocals. The next year, they changed their name to Bloodrock. Charted an album. Really low on the Billboard 200. But that’s still something.

In 1971, the song DOA hit the charts. Made it to #36, mostly due to radio play in Texas, Oklahoma, and the Southwest US. Lee Pickens explained the song later. He wanted to get his pilot’s license. His friend got one. His friend took off as Pickens watched, got to about 200 feet, rolled the plane and crashed. DOA.

The concert was pretty amazing. (You think a kid’s first or second concert experience wouldn’t be?)

Oh, did I mention? Bloodrock was the opening act. Sort of like Ozzy was for Sharon, the headliner in that family currently. And the stars of that 1971 Tulsa show? (OK. I’ll tell you the date: April 6, 1971, Tulsa Assembly Center, my first ever exposure to potential hearing loss.) In the BIG print on the ticket was:

Grand Funk Railroad.

What? Grand-who?

Ozzie has the last laugh on that one. It was five years later when Black Sabbath took the stage in Tulsa. And only five minutes ago when he took the stage in Broken Arrow (by way of CSI on CBS). Woo. Time-traveling again.

Just like Sharon Osbourne, I guess. “That man that I had a flingy-wingy with was Jay Leno,” she admitted on The View. How was it? “It was so long ago I can’t remember!” she said. “One cannot remember that long ago!”

Hey. I remember Bloodrock. But then, I’m a time-traveler. And what does this all have to do with a bookstore in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma? Answer (from those who don’t know me): Nothing. Answer (from those who know me – including those who won’t admit it): Nothing. Hee-hee. I’m just rifting here.

Come visit! (with or without your time machine.)

McHuston

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

March of the Orange Barrels

As Granny Mamie would say: Ya canna keep Troubles from comin’ round, but ya needn’t offer ‘em a chair.

That pretty well sums up my feelings as the Rose District construction approaches the front door of the bookshop. As you can see in the image, the orange barrel invasion has swallowed all but the doorstep of my neighbor Jason’s – Main Street Tavern. The block just to the north is next.

That’s this place.

Probably next week, I’m thinking. A little bit of trouble, convenience wise, and comin’ round. But I’ve already brought the sidewalk bench indoors. Needn’t offer a chair. Speed things along.

Giving credit where due, the contractors have gone out of their way to accommodate the merchants as the construction progresses. When the last segment of sidewalk was all that was left down the street, workers kept at it all night so the chips & salsa, margaritas, and enchiladas could be served as usual when Fiesta Mambo opened the following day.

The most-asked question lately? Is the construction bothering your business? Well… I don’t think barricades, front-end loaders, jackhammers, and road-closed-signs are GOOD for business. There are some once-regular customers who had just found the shop at its new location whom I haven’t seen for a time.

The other side of that is – with a stop sign at every intersection – some folks are slowing down (and stopping hopefully) long enough to look around and notice the businesses in the area. The Main Street Expressway, where speeds regularly hit 45 to 55 mph (not an exaggeration), was not conducive to business. Too risky to take your eyes off the road or cell phone when a pesky pedestrian might step out to cross the street.

That’s my primary hope: that – once the construction troubles pick up and move along – the Rose District will be a little friendlier (traffic-wise) to shoppers and side-walkers. It would be great to have people cruise the business district like we used to do, styling and profiling, circling the loop between the Sonic and the A&W. (Different town, different era.)

There will be plenty of new things to see once the street-scaping project winds up. A couple of new buildings. Several new restaurants. There are already new shops settling in with the long-term residents. Half of one block is complete with newly-painted parking space lines. It’s going to be great, I just know it. The sooner they move in front of the bookstore, the quicker it will be finished. No sense fussing about it.

As Granny Mamie would say: You can’t drown your sorrows. They know how to swim.

Make some waves. Come visit!

McHuston

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

And That’s the Truth!

To tell the truth, Carlo Collodi didn’t know what he’d come up with. Carlo was responsible for a little boy who grew up to live a separate life from the poor man who raised him. The poor man was named Geppetto. The little boy was called Pinocchio.

The story that Carlo Collodi began writing in 1880 was Le Aventure di Pinocchio (The Adventures of Pinocchio, or Pinocchio’s Adventure). A new chapter was published in each new issue of an Italian newspaper designed for children’s reading. It was popular then and later the story took on a life of its own.

But it all happened after the author’s death.

From that late-1800s version followed countless variations and retellings. Of course, Carlo Collodi could never have known about Jiminy Cricket and the Disney classic.

I’ve always been fond of the pop-up books, and there have been quite a good number of various editions over the years.

The trouble with pop-ups is – they usually wind up popping-out. Energetic and enthusiastic young readers can rid a book of its usually-fragile pop-ups in a few readings. So, I was surprised when a 45-year-old kid’s book came into the shop with all the major pop-ups intact.

I had to try them out, of course. They are the videogames of my toddler-hood: no batteries required but plenty of on-page action. The best ones usually went first. They were the big, big pop-ups that could knock an unsuspecting kid’s head back, even if it was just from surprise.

My head snapped back a little when the whale popped-up, chasing down little Pinocchio. The story gets a little murky for me at that point. I think the hee-hawing donkey-boys on Lost Island always gave me such a fright that I developed an inability to lie.

Hee-haw!

Click on the image for a bigger whale bearing down on the marionette turned Live-boy, a story that took on a life of its own after the death of Carlo Collodi in 1890.

You can drop around $8-thousand for the 1892 First Edition in English. Or spend $6.95 for a handsome little 1968 model, pop-up.

Come visit!

McHuston

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

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