Thursday, September 20, 2012

love letter 9/20/12

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This week we want to send a shout out to bartender Kyle Dreas. Kyle has been with us for six years now and has been a rock, to use one metaphor, or a root, to use another, or roots rock reggae, to use yet another. Thanks, Kyle! We love and appreciate all you do.

This weekend,

No Cover Friday
5pm Josh Meyers
Watertower (bluegrass)

Useless objects (psychedelic bluegrass)
Zumba $8

Sentimental Sounds (big band). Free

Private Party

Stealth Hippo, Host Band $5

Free form yoga lead by Nicki Viera w/ live music by Melissa Ivey, Adam DeGraff and friends. Donations accepted for local charities.

Baby Boogie, bring your kids into dance!

Salsa Dancing (lesson at 8pm, Sabor de la Calle at 9pm) $8

What's that? You've been wanting to learn to salsa, but just haven't yet for whatever reason? Do it! Best time investment ever...


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Extra Credit: Here's a beautiful poem by our friend Truck Darling...


Puffing on Camels as we cut through
the wind, with valiant defeat, I
forsake a model of absolute control

for a model of absolute love. I am
a man who loves life & wants to live
in dignity, but I’m limping with spurs

in the midst of another declinist panic
while Hail Mary book sales bloom like
algae in the summertime. Holiness is

what unites us, not distinguishes us.
Our diversity as humans is what we hold
in common. Hold me, I’m crapping alone.

I’m ripe for the illusion of resolution
in this delicate social ecology where
I’m shy on testosterone-drenched

bleachers. My whole lyfe has been
performative until now. To embrace
my self portrait as victim is to deny

my agency. The Dorito dust settles &
I’m dirty rich in love, having rehearsed
what is right with me. Restore my vision

just enough to form a glowstick cortege
in the cruisy wooded district, a halo
at the mixer. Blanching & the needle

dances on justice’s plethysmograph. He wore
a camelhair wifebeater. He was a forebrother.
He won the Magnet Award for Nursing Excellence

when I was whiskered with blood. He ate locusts
& said, “Honey, we know.” Dorito-tan Brother,
sleepwalk with me tonight. God knows what

just happened to the other broken. You
cannot make it better with the lights
turned on. Fold your heart open again

like a suitcase of clothes. Stuffed
with pageantry & peacocking, the vast
ethical grey area stirs to life. It’s

a terrible love & I’m walking in starlight.
Because we live a dream anyway,
because this is New York.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

D Note love letter 9/13/12

D livers,

Howdy and hello to one and all. We were just thinking, just now as we were writing this sentence, that we hope you are exceedingly well.

We want to shout out to big Phil at the door. Phil pretty much dropped out of heaven to take the gig at the D Note 7 years ago and he's been the best possible doorman ever since. He's the biggest flirt we know and, strangely, no one ever seems to mind it. He's that smooth. He's also the most huggable person we know. Hard to imagine a more welcoming presence at the door. Phil is also our unofficial archivist. He's been collecting everything D Note and must have quite a stack of posters and recordings by now. Thanks Phil, we love you! Give him and extra hug next time you see him.

This weekend


No Cover Friday

5pm Sawmill Joe

7pm The Storm Cellars (awesome folk harmony hipster band)
9:30pm Sound Rabbit (very VERY fine pop rock band)


4pm Dalton and the Straight Up G Strings (bluegrass, free)

7pm 39 North (dance rock covers) $5
9pm Gipsy Moon. (killer bluegrass w/ children of the great Vince Hermann) $5

Also, note, next Tuesday we'll be closed for a company party

Hope to see you soon!


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Extra Credit: Bob Dylan came out with a new album this week called Tempest. Some great stuff on it, as usual, including a song for John Lennon. Here are the lyrics to the titular song, an allegory about the sinking of the Titanic. There are many levels to these lyrics and yet they tell a good story. And we love how Dylan so casually samples so many poets here. He's still got it...


The pale moon rose in it's glory
Out on the Western town
She told a sad, sad story
Of the great ship that went down

T'was the fourteenth day of April
Over the waves she rode
Sailing into tomorrow
To a golden age foretold

The night was black with starlight
The seas were sharp and clear
Moving through the shadows
The promised hour was near

Lights were holding steady
Gliding over the foam
All the lords and ladies
Heading for their eternal home

The chandeliers were swaying
From the balustrades above
The orchestra was playing
Songs of faded love

The watchman, he lay dreaming
As the ballroom dancers twirled
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
Into the underworld

Leo took his sketchbook
He was often so inclined
He closed his eyes and painted
The scenery in his mind

Cupid struck his bosom
And broke it with a snap
The closest woman to him
He fell into her lap

He heard a loud commotion
Something sounded wrong
His inner spirit was saying
That he couldn't stand here long

He staggered to the quarterdeck
No time now to sleep
Water on the quarterdeck
Already three foot deep

Smokestack was leaning sideways
Heavy feet began to pound
He walked into the whirlwind
Sky splitting all around

The ship was going under
The universe had opened wide
The roll was called up yonder
The angels turned aside

Lights down in the hallway
Flickering dim and dull
Dead bodies already floating
In the double bottom hull

The engines then exploded
Propellers they failed to start
The boilers overloaded
The ship's bow split apart

Passengers were flying
Backward, forward, far and fast
They mumbled, fumbled, and tumbled
Each one more weary than the last

The veil was torn asunder
'Tween the hours of twelve and one
No change, no sudden wonder
Could undo what had been done

The watchman lay there dreaming
At fourtyfive degrees
He dreamed that the Titanic was sinking
Dropping to her knees

Wellington he was sleeping
His bed began to slide
His valiant heart was beating
He pushed the tables aside

Glass of shattered crystal
Lay scattered roundabout
He strapped on both his pistols
How long could he hold out?

His men and his companions
Were nowhere to be seen
In silence there he waited for
Time and space to intervene

The passageway was narrow
There was blackness in the air
He saw every kind of sorrow
Heard voices everywhere

Alarm-bells were ringing
To hold back the swelling tide
Friends and lovers clinging
To each other side by side

Mothers and their daughters
Descending down the stairs
Jumped into the icy waters
Love and pity sent their prayers

The rich man, Mister Astor
Kissed his darling wife
He had no way of knowing
It'd be the last trip of his life

Calvin, Blake and Wilson
Gambled in the dark
Not one of them would ever live to
Tell the tale on the disembark

Brother rose up 'gainst brother
In every circumstance
They fought and slaughtered each other
In a deadly dance

They lowered down the lifeboats
From the sinking wreck
There were traitors, there were turncoats
Broken backs and broken necks

The bishop left his cabin
To help others in need
Turned his eyes up to the heavens
Said, "The poor are yours to feed"

Davey the brothel-keeper
Came out dismissed his girls
Saw the water getting deeper
Saw the changing of his world

Jim Dandy smiled
He never learned to swim
Saw the little crippled child
And he gave his seat to him

He saw the starlight shining
Streaming from the East
Death was on the rampage
But his heart was now at peace

The battened down the hatches
But the hatches wouldn't hold
They drowned upon the staircase
Of brass and polished gold

Leo said to Cleo
I think I'm going mad
But he'd lost his mind already
Whatever mind he had

He tried to block the doorway
To save all those from harm
Blood from an open wound
Pouring down his arm

Petals fell from flowers
'Til all of them were gone
In the long and dreadful hours
The wizard's curse played on

The host was pouring brandy
He was going down slow
He stayed right to the end and he
Was the last to go

There were many, many others
Nameless here forever more
They never sailed the ocean
Or left their homes before

The watchman, he lay dreaming
The damage had been done
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
And he tried to tell someone

The captain, barely breathing
Kneeling at the wheel
Above him and beneath him
Fifty thousand tons of steel

He looked over at his compass
And he gazed into its face
Needle pointing downward
He knew he lost the race

In the dark illumination
He remembered bygone years
He read the Book of Revelation
And he filled his cup with tears

When the Reaper's task had ended
Sixteen hundred had gone to rest
The good, the bad, the rich, the poor
The loveliest and the best

They waited at the landing
And they tried to understand
But there is no understanding
On the judgement of God's hand

The news came over the wires
And struck with deadly force
Love had lost its fires
All things had run their course

The watchman he lay dreaming
Of all the things that can be
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
Into the deep blue sea

Thursday, September 6, 2012

D Note love letter 9/6/12

D tangled,

This week we'd like to send out a special shout out to Diandra. Not only does Diandra mix fabulous drinks at the bar, but she brings more heart and warmth to the D Note than just about anybody else, a real matron. And she has the best laugh. Plus her initials are D.D. just for good measure. One of the many great things about Diandra is she dresses up the D Note every year for halloween. Last year the D Note turned into a giant UFO, the year before that it was a bat cave, the year before that it was a giant spider web, the year it was a giant pumpkin. We are looking forward to seeing what she comes up with THIS year. We love you Diandra. Thanks for everything!

This weekend is Arvada's Harvest Festival. We've always thought of the Harvest Festival in metaphoric terms. We may not be growing actual crops, but we are growing...something. As Tommy Knox from the Clam Daddys likes to say, "you can't get the fruits without the roots." And indeed the D Note is in full flower right now, from the beautiful art up on the walls to the amazing staff to the delicious pizza to the fantastic music.

Here's the line up for the weekend


No Cover All Night [7:00p]
Sweet Radish (bluegrass)

Ed McGee & Ward Scott



Harvest Festival

Zumba $8

Mark Hutchison & Jax Delaguerre

The Bottom Line (w/ Alejandro Castano)

Wonderlic (w/ Adam DeGraff)

The Jake Leg Shakers. (original rock and roll) $5

Banned In Japan (dance covers 70's to present) $5


Free form yoga lead by Nicki Viera w/ live music by Melissa Ivey, Adam DeGraff. Donations accepted for local charities.


1pm The Jelly Band (acoustic

>Salsa Dancing (lesson at 8pm, Conjuntos Colores at 9pm) $8

And that's the weekend! Happy Harvest Festival!

Also, we have a very cool surf/ska band from California coming through the D Note on October 13 called The Originalites and they are looking for lodging. ( If you have space for 4 chill guys, then let us know and we'll make the connection.


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Extra Credit: Adam DeGraff will be performing the song I Feel Tractor with Wonderlic this weekend at 7pm in honor of Harvest Festival. The title of this song comes from Adam's mom. On a drive to Yosemite she was a having a conversation with Adam about poetry. She asked Adam why he insisted on breaking the rules of grammar in poetry. Adam said it was because he felt that he could sometimes get closer to the truth when he broke the rules. Pam looked out the window of the car at the fields rolling by and said, "I mean... you can't just say... 'I Feel Tractor'." She thus proved Adam's point. This was a good line of poetry; both breaking the rules of grammar and getting closer to the truth of the moment. A song using this line as a title came about several years later when Adam and Jeremy were jamming around a campfire. It goes...

I Feel Tractor

I feel tractor
over the fields I go
I feel tractor
seed by seed I sow
I feel tractor
row by row I hoe
I feel tractor
watch the garden grow
I feel tractor
watch out! Scarecrow!