“Palaces and piers. Trumpets, towers, and tenements. Wide oceans full of tears” – The Waterboys

I like Barnes & Noble. It feels like a family member. Maybe like the wise likable uncle who has always been there – observing, listening, chronicling, dreaming. He stands still holding a cup of coffee watching a busy and chaotic world rush by, but occasionally reminding you – ‘Hey, I’m still here if you need anything‘ – a standing open invitation to come, sit, walk, rest, study, converse, remember.

I like to wander the store taking note of the people. Young purple-haired mothers reading their children books in the kids area, conservatively dressed proper widows buying gifts up front, young men in the self help section searching for meaning, and middle-aged grey-haired observers like me wandering the aisles… not unlike this post. I’m kind of wandering right now, or maybe meandering is more suited to this post.

Barnes & Noble has been in existence of some sort since Charles Barnes had a book business in Illinois in 1873. His son, William, partnered with Clifford Noble and they opened the first Barnes & Noble in NYC in 1917. Like any 100+ year-old family member though, the retailer has had it’s share of highs and lows, bustling prosperity combined with humbling moments that surely considered a world without large corporate-owned book stores. Under new private ownership since 2019 (Elliott Management Group), B&N has seemingly caught wind in their sails again having opened between 50-60 new stores per year the past two years, and though I do enjoy supporting the small mom and pop used book stores, I do find the existence and the ease of this large retail bookstore to be comforting.

Yes, you climbed on the ladder
With the wind in your sails
You came like a comet
Blazing your trail

Browsing the aisles a few days ago, I picked up Matthew McConaughey’s latest book published in September of this year titled “Poems and Prayers.” I flipped it open and read only one page. That page is all I needed to finish this post which has had this particular song bouncing around in my head for weeks. Maybe I’ll read other pages in the future, but this is all I needed for now:

I saw the rain-dirty valley
you saw Brigadoon

Born and raised in Edinburgh, Mike Scott formed the Scottish group known as The Waterboys in 1983. He has been the only constant member over the years of a band typically comprised of members from the UK and Ireland. I didn’t listen to The Waterboys in the 80’s, and honestly this song and this group easily slipped by my hair-metal, rap, top-40-focused teenage eyes back then. But, because of that narrow focus, it became a wonderful thing some 40 years later when discovering or perhaps “stumbling” upon this beautiful song.

Not an especially big chart success when it was originally released in 1985 off of The Waterboys’ “This is the Sea” album, the re-release in March of 1991 saw it achieve more accolades and numerous covers of the song subsequently followed through the years. The song is an incredible arrangement of instruments featuring a trumpet, synthesizer, an electric violin, and a saxophone solo at the end of the song that screams “80’s!” The lyrics by Scott are vast and wondrous, well conceived and apparently a composition and ode to many artists and writers and deep thinkers throughout history.

I saw the crescent, but you saw the whole of the moon.

And so maybe another reason I enjoy Barnes & Noble is because in there I am surrounded by inspiration. Enclosed by names on book sleeves and album covers and art designs by people who didn’t just see the crescent, but for a time and a place, like Mike Scott in 1985, they too saw “The Whole of the Moon”…

Go create something.

sincerely,

the80s