Thursday, May 12, 2011

weekend update 5/12/11

D La Souls

Hello again dear friends. Thanks for being here. We hope to make it worth your while.

Friday night we have a Free Afternoon Concert w/ Vickie Pompea from Ft. Collins at 5pm. Think John Denver if he was born a woman. Then at 7pm we have the 1, 2 punch of Mitch Lehn Folk Trio (and we always have to qualify that these guys are not a trio, nor folk, nor named Mitch Lehn), followed by The Jake Leg Shakers. These guys always give us a good show. The night ends with an ALL Cream and Jimi Hendrix set by Reverend Hooch at 10:30p. $5. There is a drink special for the night, Hendrix gin w/ cream and Chambord. Ask for a Hendrix and Cream.

Saturday afternoon we have a D Note World Family Concert w/ Rocky Mountain Steel Bands. $7 ($3 for kids under 12). There will be several student steel bands performing.

Saturday at 7p we have a CD release show for Victoria Woodsworth. Victoria once lived in Denver and even won a Westword nod for best songwriter 6 years ago. She now lives in Nashville and we're excited to hear her new songs. Trinity Demask will open the show, another excellent songwriter local to Arvada. $5.

At 9pm we have 3 indie rock bands, Vagrant Son, Firebird 4k and Zombie Survival Guide. Rock on. $5.

Next Thurs night mark your calendar for the ALL BILL MURRAY trivia quiz at 7pm hosted by Geeks Who Drink.

Next Friday we have a Long Spoon Collective Showcase w/ Ian Cooke, Esme (from Paperbird) and several more.

Next Saturday is a birthday party for Bob Dylan who is turning 70. Check out for more info.


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Extra Credit: On the front left window of the D Note someone has pasted a Petrarchan Sonnet by Gwendolyn Brooks. This poem is a tricky one and we've been turning it over and over in our minds ever since we first saw it. Here it is.

First Fight. Then Fiddle.

First fight. Then fiddle. Ply the slipping string
With feathery sorcery; muzzle the note
With hurting love; the music that they wrote
Bewitch, bewilder. Qualify to sing
Threadwise. Devise no salt, no hempen thing
For the dear instrument to bear. Devote
The bow to silks and honey. Be remote
A while from malice and from murdering.
But first to arms, to armor. Carry hate
In front of you and harmony behind.
Be deaf to music and to beauty blind.
Win war. Rise bloody, maybe not too late
For having first to civilize a space
Wherein to play your violin with grace.

–Gwendolyn Brooks, 1949

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