This Friday night we have a show put together by Mark Sundermeier. It is possible that Mark knows more people in the music biz around here than anyone. He books music at The Toad Tavern and before that he booked for The Soiled Dove for years. A few months ago Mark was in a terrible car crash and spent a few weeks in a coma. We're lucky he's still with us. This show will be his first since the accident with his new band Author Unknown, like a phoenix from the flame. It is also a CD release. He has brought along The Reformers, Janessa Ho, Tequila Mockingbird and Loose Gravel for support, so it is sure to be an amazing night all the way around. $7
Saturday at 3pm we have Project Acoustic New Talent Showcase. Free.
At 7pm Saturday we have a CD release for Synergy. We've watched this young band really grow into their own over the last few years and are excited to hear the songs off the new CD. With Katie Thomas supporting. $5.
At 9:30p we have the triumphant return of Dwight Carrier. We've had a lot of great Zydeco in the D Note over the years thanks to Colorado Friends of Cajun and Zydeco (CFCZ), but Dwight is definitely a favorite. He is Zydeco royalty, the son of the late great Roy Carrier, and has the good stuff. $10.
Next Saturday we have our third annual Beard and Mustache Showdown w/ Oakhurst. Really looking forward to that one. If you have or know someone who has awesome facial hair, sign up for the competition.
Extra Credit: Bob Dylan was a 5 to 1 favorite to win the Nobel prize for literature this year. But, though he surely deserves it, why not give the prize to someone who could use the exposure? That's exactly what happened, against the odds. The prize went to little known Swedish poet Tomas Transtromer. Here is an excerpt from Transtromer's poem "Vermeer". Translated by Robert Bly.
Passing through walls hurts human beings, they get sick from it,
but we have no choice.
It’s all one world. Now to the walls.
The walls are a part of you.
One either knows that, or one doesn’t; but it’s the same for everyone
except for small children. There aren’t any walls for them.
The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall.
It is like a prayer to what is empty.
And what is empty turns its face to us
“I am not empty, I am open.”