We are 7 years old. Hurrah! Seems like way longer than 7 years. Seems like only yesterday. So it goes. Here we are, still, against many odds, and it only took a village to make it happen. Thanks so much to all of you.
For our birthday party we have a worthy line up. First Slo Children, a band consisting of Adam and Jeremy D, Adam Ferrill, Jax and maybe Alejandro Castano, will do a set of D Note classics (In D Note, Lower Arvada Blues, Captain of The Sea, etc) at 6pm. Then our hero Greg Harris will bring his excellent Vibe Quintet to get the dance floor hopping at 7p. After GHVQ one of the most fun reggae dance bands we know, Lion Vibes, will take the stage at 8:30pm. Lion Vibes is followed by a great reggae band, The Desciples at 10p and then at midnight Thrill (our web designer) will throw down an electro set while our GM, MC Dozha unleashes a torrent of word. $7. Come celebrate with us!
Note: 6pm Friday night there will be a wine education by prof. Tony Chadwick of Synergist wines for $10.
Saturday starts early, 10:30am, with our second week of Zumba. We got a dozen of you out last week and everyone had a blast. Not a bad beginning at all. Please come join the fun. You'll be glad you did.
At 4pm we have the Mardi Gras edition of The Music Train Family Concert Series. Local legend Aden Harrell and friends will be playing Mardi Gras songs for the whole family. $7 adults/$3 kids.
We have The Zen Cowgirls 6:30p and then The Jagtones back in the house at 8pm. We'll be doing double duty at the D Note, dancing and donating. The Jagtones are generously giving all door proceeds to Haiti relief. $10 suggested donation. The Jagtones are a fun cover band and always manage to get the house rocking.
Ever and anon,
D La Soul
Extra Credit: If you read enough poems you inevitably get to where you start to see poetry everywhere. See for instance the following paragraph, taken from an article about Charlie Parker by Geoffrey C. Ward in the Nov, 2000 Vanity Fair we found in a discarded at the local gymnasium.
Found Poem (for Bird)
Nothing musical was ever alien
to Charlie Parker. He often drank
at a midtown bar whose jukebox
was stocked with country music.
When one of his acolytes asked why
he liked to hear songs they
thought were corny, he answered,
"Listen. Listen to the stories."
A friend remembered leaving him
transfixed in a Manhattan snowstorm
late one night, unable to tear himself
away from the thump and blare
of a Salvation Army band. Another
told of driving with him through
the countryside when someone
remarked idly that livestock loved
music. Parker asked the driver
to stop, assembled his horn, stalked
into the field, and gravely played
choruses to a bewildered cow.