Friday, October 26, 2012

Happy Halloween!

D masks,

Happy Halloween weekend! Halloween has always been the D Note's favorite fholiday. There's just something about all that imagination unleashed during this time that really floats our goat. The theme this year is "Bees and Flowers" and Diandra and the crew have put up giant bee hives to decorate. We have 6 halloween events this year starting with a Best303Sounds Halloween show tonight featuring Syke96 (formally Synergy). Tomorrow afternoon we have Music Lessons Of Westminster garage band halloween show. Tomorrow night we have an all halloween set by Slo Children, featuring D Noters Adam and Jeremy DeGraff, Adam Ferrill, Alejandro Castano and Jax Delaguerre. Following Slo Children is Angus Mohr doing their awesome scottish bagpipe rock and roll thing. Sunday day bring your kids in dressed up for baby boogie. Sunday night is our 9th annual D Note Halloween salsa party and costume contest. Then next Wednesday (halloween proper) Quillion is playing at 10p (after Farm Jazz). OK! Come out, come out, whoever you are!


The Atomiks

Discount Cinema

The Guests

Syke 96

Taking Canyon

Dimmer Switch
Zumba $8

Music Lessons Of Westminster Garage Band Halloween Show. $5

Slo Children Halloween Show

Angus Mohr Samhain and Halloween Show
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
OPen Stage hosted by Turtle (6:30p sign up)

The World Record (from L.A.)

Perfect Like Me

Swing Dance lessons with Larkin, $5

Marlo & Farm Jazz

Quillion Halloween Show

We've got spirit, yes we do, we've go spirit, how 'bout you?

D fang

Extra Credit: How about a creepy bee poem by Sylvia Plath to fit our halloween theme this year?

The Arrival of the Bee Box

I ordered this, clean wood box
Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift.
I would say it was the coffin of a midget
Or a square baby
Were there not such a din in it.

The box is locked, it is dangerous.
I have to live with it overnight
And I can't keep away from it.
There are no windows, so I can't see what is in there.
There is only a little grid, no exit.

I put my eye to the grid.
It is dark, dark,
With the swarmy feeling of African hands
Minute and shrunk for export,
Black on black, angrily clambering.

How can I let them out?
It is the noise that appalls me most of all,
The unintelligible syllables.
It is like a Roman mob,
Small, taken one by one, but my god, together!

I lay my ear to furious Latin.
I am not a Caesar.
I have simply ordered a box of maniacs.
They can be sent back.
They can die, I need feed them nothing, I am the owner.

I wonder how hungry they are.
I wonder if they would forget me
If I just undid the locks and stood back and turned into a tree.
There is the laburnum, its blond colonnades,
And the petticoats of the cherry.

They might ignore me immediately
In my moon suit and funeral veil.
I am no source of honey
So why should they turn on me?
Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free.

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