October is pretty much the D Note's favorite month. Diandra always transforms the place for halloween festivities. This year she is turning it into a spaceship with plenty of aliens on board. Come watch the transformation happen...
Tonight after Geeks Who Drink Trivia we have Martin Gilmore's picking circle. If you are a picker, or just a grinner, come on down, always a good time.
Tomorrow night we start with Jeff Lambert and JC McKim playing acoustic at 5pm. Then at 7:30p we have Roscoe's Dusty Bottle Boxcar Band, an excellent jug band helmed by Bret Sloan. At 9pm we have Quillion and Mechanical Dan trading sets for the rest of the night. Rock and roll. Quillion and Mechanical Dan are made up of good friends of the D Note and it is always special to us to have them in. $5
Saturday is a full one starting with Zumba at 10:30am. Then we have a drum recital with ProDrum at noon. Free. At 5pm we have our fourth annual benefit for Friendship Bridge, an organization that helps secure micro-loans for Guatemalan women. Clusterfunk will be providing the tunes. There will be a silent auction too. $10 suggested donation. Then at 9pm our friends at Velcro City Records will throwing a dance party. Free. Check out the beautiful flyer for this event here.
Yoga Sunday morning, then mello cello brunch, then baby boogie, then salsa. Have you ever tried a salsa lesson? It is easy to begin and quite addictive. Way more fun than a rollercoaster ride. Vow that this week will be the week you finally try it.
Next Tuesday there is a big band show with Bob's Big Band at 7pm. Then we have a special rock and roll show with Goldenboy at 9pm. Goldenboy has a very impressive resume having formerly played guitar for The Eels, The Rentals, Neil Finn and Elliot Smith! $5
Next Friday we have the return of the 3eatles, a super fun Beatles cover band.
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Hope to see you soon, wink wink
Extra Credit: Speaking of Coy, here's one of the great poems of all time, by 17th century poet Andrew Marvell
To his Coy Mistress
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.