Thursday, June 28, 2012

D Note love letter 6/28/12

D #,

We're sitting here writing this with a laptop on our collective legs. What do you call this application of a lap top? Lap Top App? At any rate our collective legs are warmer.

Weekend tableaux,

Bill McKay (free)

Defy You Stars, Surviving April (emo) $5

Irie Still (African Reggae) $5 DANCE!!!!!

Useless Objects (psychedelic bluegrass) $5 CAN'T WAIT

Zumba $8

The Guests & Tommy Freed and the Trio, The Ghoulies $8

8th ElemEnt. presents: Kemistry Album Release Party. $5 (includes CD) 8TH ELEMENT SKILLS IT

In other news we just booked Julian Velard for August 10. Heard of him? We hadn't, but we've been listening to his back catalogue and collectively crushing out like a precocious 12 year old girl. Check out

We sincerely hope you are taking advantage of the super good deal on dance lessons Sunday (salsa includes 12 piece band) and Wednesday (swing includes the superior Farm Jazz.)

Also, our new happy hour rocks, check it out.

Keep sharp y'all,

D b

Extra Credit: Alicia Fall sent us this beautiful Rainer Maria Rilke poem, from the Book Of Hours:

I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough
to make every hour holy.
I am too small in the world, and yet not tiny enough
just to stand before you like a thing,
dark and shrewd.
I want my will, and I want to be with my will
as it moves towards deed;
and in those quiet, somehow hesitating times,
when something is approaching,
I want to be with those who are wise
or else alone.
I want always to be a mirror that reflects your whole being,
and never to be too blind or too old
to hold your heavy, swaying image.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere do I want to remain folded,
because where I am bent and folded, there I am lie.
And I want my meaning
true for you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I studied
closely for a long, long time,
like a word I finally understood,
like the pitcher of water I use every day ,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that carried me
through the deadliest storm of all.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

D Note love letter 6/21/12

D Face,

Hello friends, it's good to meet you here, figuratively speaking. Hopefully we'll see you soon, literally.

We heard from a few of you that liked the weekend's music laid out in a table. And even though it is less "love letter" like, we're happy to oblige.

Geeks Who Drink trivia quiz.

Centersphere (indie rock. Free.)

Evan Wheeler

Drew Schofield Band $5

Blind Child (blues rock) $5

Trust No One (heavy classic rock) $5

Zumba $8

Serenade In Blue (big band) $5

In Due Time, Hot Cheeze Soup, Color $5

Schofield and Blind Child are tried and true D Note regulars. Serenade In Blue is just good old fashioned Big Band music. In Due Time is one of our most favorite local bands, super tasty music. Usually they play later at night, so it'll be nice to have them earlier for a change. Hot Cheeze Soup and Color are indie rock bands of the local variety.

A reminder that swing lessons have started back up on Wednesdays at 7:30p. Next Tuesday we have: Henriksen Amps Presents: Sean McGowan's Jazz Guitar Night. Free.

And that's the news. Now for a different kind of news...

Extra Credit: William Carlos Williams is one of the key figures of poetry in the first half of the 20th century. Here's the memorable end of a very long poem of his called "Of asphodel, that greeny flower"...

 Of asphodel, that greeny flower,   I come, my sweet,     to sing to you! My heart rouses   thinking to bring you news     of something that concerns you   and concerns many men.  Look at     what passes for the new. You will not find it there but in   despised poems.     It is difficult to get the news from poems   yet men die miserably every day     for lack of what is found there.   Hear me out     for I too am concerned and every man   who wants to die at peace in his bed     besides.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

D Note love letter 6/14/12

D Tractors,

This weekend looks like this...


The Griffins

Words In Flight $5

Quillion and Mechanical Dan $5


Zumba $8

Synergy, White Flag Raised

Avu24evr (rock)

Gibson County Crawlers, Liston's Good Intent (blues rock)$5

Little Goose (blues rock) $5

That's 11 bands this weekend, 12 if you count the indie rock band In The Deep playing tonight after Geeks Who Drink, 13 if you count the salsa band Sunday night.

We're always excited to have Quillion and Mechanical Dan in the house, partly because they are good bands, but also because they are good friends.

Next Wednesday we start up our swing dance lessons again with Lark Mervine at 7:30pm, $5, followed by the swing music of Farm Jazz at 8pm (free).

We also have a new happy hour menu that is well worth checking out 3-6pm Mon-Fri.

That's a synopsis of the weekend. Send us a line with any questions or comments. We love to hear from you.

D flower

Extra Credit: One of the classic poems from the great Scottish poet Robbie Burns. John Steinbeck took the title of his novel "Of Mice And Men" from this poem. It takes a minute to suss out the language, but it is worth it.

To A Mouse

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee
Wi' murd'ring pattle!

I'm truly sorry man's dominion,
Has broken nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion,
What makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't!

Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell -
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.

That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld!

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!

Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me;
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects dreaer!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!

Thursday, June 7, 2012

D Note love letter 6/7/12

D paticos,

We are excited to roll out our new Happy Hour menu.

Here it is, 3p-6pm Mon-Friday, starting TONIGHT, Thurs5/7/12. (And if you want to see it beautifully laid out in Matt Dougherty's award winning design, look here.)



sun dried tomato pesto, basil pesto,
roasted red pepper pesto

add toppings $1 each

add meat or veggies $1 each



add meat or tofu for $1 each








Best happy hour in the tri-state area. We also have some great music coming up.

Tonight Ventura 66, a killer little blues band from New Orleans. $8. Tomorrow night rock and roll of Cowgirl up and Michaela Rae leads into Eclipse, A JOURNEY tribute band. $5. Saturday afternoon we have the big band music of Sentimental Sounds 4pm, free. Saturday at 7pm we have the rock and roll dance music of Zzyzzyx Band. A really cool indie show at 10pm Saturday night with a couple bands called Abandin Pictures and Green River Vibe. $5. Abandin Pictures impressed us last time they were in and we're glad to have them back. Next Tuesday at 7pm we have the The Spin (dance cover band) $6/$5.oo w/ two Nonperishable food items for the Arvada Food Bank, followed by Garkow at 9pm (indie rock. Free.)

Lots more to be gleaned from,

D scribe

Extra Credit: Mark Richardson's Pitchfork review of The Beach Boys "Smile" lead me back to look at Van Park Dyke's lyrics for the album once again. Richardson writes, "On side two's "Surf's Up", the level of Parks' writing is astounding. He had the sound-driven jumble of imagery of contemporaneous Dylan, but his words were far tighter and more disciplined. He also understood the power of a good pun. Sounds are slurred together to take on new meaning through clusters that extended beyond the spaces between the words. So, "The music hall, a costly bow," in "Surf's Up" also sounds like, "The music holocaust," and lines like, "canvas the town and brush the backdrop," layer image atop image with breathtaking efficiency." Here's the lyrics for entire song as our poem of the week.

Surf's Up

A diamond necklace played the pawn
Hand in hand some drummed along, oh
To a handsome man and baton
A blind class aristocracy
Back through the opera glass you see
The pit and the pendulum drawn
Columnated ruins domino

Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping?

Hung velvet overtaken me
Dim chandelier awaken me
To a song dissolved in the dawn
The music hall a costly bow
The music all is lost for now
To a muted trumpeter swan
Columnated ruins domino

Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping, Brother John?

Dove nested towers the hour was
Strike the street quicksilver moon
Carriage across the fog
Two-Step to lamp lights cellar tune
The laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne

The glass was raised, the fired rose
The fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting
While at port adieu or die

A choke of grief heart hardened I
Beyond belief a broken man too tough to cry

Surf's Up
Aboard a tidal wave
Come about hard and join
The young and often spring you gave
I heard the word
Wonderful thing
A children's song

A child is the father of the man
A children's song
Have you listened as they played
Their song is love
And the children know the way
That's why the child is the father to the man