D to the D,
We read a beautiful line, in an essay by Rebecca Solnit, this morning... "I still think the revolution is to make the world safe for poetry, meandering, for the frail and vulnerable, the rare and obscure, the impractical and local and small." Or, as local poet Doo Crowder puts it in a song, "I'm as fragile as the law will allow."
Onto the weekend at hand.
Tonight, Thursday Nov. 19, 9pm, after trivia, we have a local indie rock band The Best Response. Myspace says they are influenced by Saosin, Lamb Of God, Iron Maiden, Mike Patton, Sparta, Incubus, Story of the Year, Muse, My American Heart, Rage, System of a Down, Qotsa, My Morning Jacket, Deftones, Bullet for My valentine, As I Lay Dying, All that Remains, Thrice, Fall of Troy, Meshuggah and Porcupine Tree. $5
Friday night we have a CD release for Ironwood Rain at 7pm, a local trio made with a pound CS&N, two ounces of EL&P and a dash of Jack Johnson. Ironwood Rain have enlisted the retro dance band The Jagtones to follow them at 9pm. Good times will be had. $5
Saturday day we have the new installment of the Music Train Family Concert series, featuring the latin music of Ricardo Pena. We like to start kids young on salsa around these parts. $7 adults/ $3 kids
Saturday night we have a special fundraiser for Family Tree featuring a really great line up of bands, starting with Aju and Molina at 7pm, then Mono Verde, followed by Speakeasy Tiger and finally Yerkish. Mono Verde is our favorite local world band. And Speakeasy Tiger killed it at Monolith this year. They are blowing up. Good bands and good cause. Since 1976, Family Tree has provided a continuum of services and shelter to families and youth of metro Denver to overcome child abuse, domestic violence and homelessness. $10 suggested donation.
Get back to where you once belonged,
Extra Credit: And now, just because, here's a terrific little poem/essay by Brad Neely from the recent issue of Believer Magazine #65.
There Can Be No Pure History
It seems to me that in order for the past to survive at large it must be converted into an interesting story. There's just no avoiding it. Our minds can do no better. It's a horrifying thought to consider that our life might be larger than our ability to consider it, and even more awful to think that our concepts of life over time are incomplete, fictionalized outlines suffering from the conflict of subjective interest. So, in the meantime, I'll be happy with how we imagine it. Everyone in the 1970s said "groovy" and "far out." Well, everyone in the 1860s talked like this:
"Are you testing my mettle, you microbe?"
"You haven't any mettle to be tested. But if you did I would put it through a rigourous exam!"
"Forsooth, a squabble!"
"Fuzz his nuzz!"
"I shall fuzz thy nuzz, you coxcomb!"
"Tear his jacket!"
"Gads! Cram his soul far down!"
"Call of your man, you heathen!"
I can't remember where or when or by whom, but I am going to go ahead and just say the Ulysses S. Grant once said, "There can be no pure history." I see no way to disagree.