Thursday, April 25, 2013

D Note love letter 4/25/13

D tails,
Howdy do? We do D. How?
For those of you that haven't experienced the highland rock and roll of Angus Mohr, we suggest you check them out Saturday night. They do classic rock and roll in an epic fashion, including bagpipes. Their version of Dylan's Hard Rain is one of the best we've ever heard.
Speaking of classic rock, The Legendary Hitchhikers do a beautiful Tom Petty Tribute and will be playing a family show on Sunday afternoon at 3pm ($10 for the adults).
Some good big band music Saturday afternoon. Free

Some free jazz next (uh, free in the monetary sense) next Tuesday night.
Ahhhh, music!


D Scribe

Extra credit: This week we feature a new poem by...myself. May it forever change your perception of a certain song we all know and love.


"Doe, a deer, a female deer"

You hold in your mind the image of a deer.

A female deer.

Hold it there for a moment.

Look how beautiful she is.

"Ray, a drop of golden sun"

We have added the sun to the picture.

The deer is now there in the sun.

You can feel the sun.

(And note the adjective "golden".)

"Me, a name I call myself"

Now, by juxtaposition, you have yourself.

You have the thing that you call yourself.

This "me" escalates out of the "doe" in the "ray".

You are a female deer outside in the sun.

"Fa, a long long way to run"

You are a deer running in the sun!

And you have a long, long way to go.

"Sew, a needle pulling thread"

The needle is the deer (you) leaping as it sews,

Leaping there in the sun, sewing a crazy quilt.

"La, a note to follow sew"

The notes are the leaps of the deer, you, the needle,

leaping up the mountain, up the cloth, up the scale.
The deer slows, near the top of the mountain now, tired,

her voice straining to reach the next note...

"Tea, a drink with jam and bread"

You, she, deer, calls for a rest,

to stop for a refreshing picnic.

"Which brings us back to doe doe doe doe"

The food brings you back to yourself,

nourishes you, literally becomes you

and you're ready to start again

escalating up the endless scale.

Friday, April 19, 2013

D Note love letter 4/18/13

D flowers,
Here's to water! (even in it's frozen form, snow.) Good for the flowers.

This weekend we have a the Rolling Stone-esque rock and roll of The Duke Street Kings on Friday night followed by the Journey-esque music of Eclipse. Then Saturday night we have the incredible flamenco guitar master Steve Mullins and his projects The Rim Of The Well and The Muro and Mullins Guitar alliance. At 9:30p Saturday, we have a 420 show with the Primus tribute band Mr. Knowitall. This is one of those tribute bands where you shut your eyes and can't even tell the difference. We end the night with one of our favorite all time weird sing-along bands, The Inactivists. Here's to fire! Good for the smoke.

Fundraiser for Cancer w/ The Duke Street Kings.

Eclipse (Journey Tribute Band) $5
Zumba $8

[4:00p ]
Family Music Train presents: Raising Cain (80's Rock). $7 adults/$3 kids.

The Muro and Mullins Guitar Alliance, Rim Of The Well. $15/$12 students

Mr. Knowitall (Primus tribute band) and The Inactivists $5
Free Form Yoga ($5 - $10 Suggested Donation)

303 Choir "Local Heart" Benefit w/ Paa Kow By All Means Band

Salsa Dancing (lesson at 8pm, Conjuntos Colores at 9pm) $8
Zing The Big Band $7

Tuesday Swing Night feat. The Stilettos
The Big Blues Jam
Geeks Who Drink trivia quiz.

Beer Pong

Also. Here's to air! Here's to earth! Elemental, my dear Watson.
Extra Credit: Here's a beautiful sequence of Haiku from Issa, one of the great masters from the 18th century. This translation is from the Penguin book of Haiku. Dig how the Haikus work on their own and in the sequence.
For fleas, also

Slowly, slowly, climb
Up and up Mount Fuji,
O snail.

Far-off mountain peaks
Reflected in its eyes:
The dragonfly.

For fleas, also, the night
Must be so very long,
So very lonely.

Stop! Don’t swat the fly
Who wrings his hands,
Who wrings his feet.

With bland serenity
Gazing at the far hills:
A tiny frog.

Emerging from the nose
Of Great Buddha’s statue:
A swallow.

Spring rain:
The uneaten ducks

Red sky in the morning:
Does it gladden you,
O snail?

D Note love letter 4/11/13

D tails,
Adam DeGraff here, ye ol' impresario for ye ol' D Note. We are ironing out all the kinks in the transition from the DeGraffs to the The Rosenbergs and I'd have to say that overall it has been pretty smooth. Thanks for hanging with us. Long live the D Note!
Some great indie bands this weekend. Friday night brings The Constant Tourists, a gypsy jazz band that exhibits exquisite pop sensibilities followed by Idlewhile, super tasty alt country rock (for fans of The Lumineers and Churchhill.) The Deadwood Quartet on Friday night is a blues rock folk band from Boulder. Atomga is awesome afrobeat, James and The Devil is just hard core Colorado music (and REALLY fun). Check out the sweet websites for all of these bands.
Also check out our legendary salsa night Sunday night if you haven't had a chance yet. Beginners welcome. Great date night and great for singles too. Tuesdays we have swing dance lessons and a killer swing band, The Stilletos. The Big Blues Jam on Wednesday night has really taken off. You will hear some of the best blues this side of the Mississippi care of Dan Treanor and friends. Check out the rest of the schedule below.
Geeks Who Drink trivia quiz.

Beer Pong
Bill McKay (of Left Over Salmon). Free.

The Constant Tourists $5

Idlewhile $5
Zumba $8

Music Lessons Of Westminster Garage Band Recital

Deadwood Quartet. $5

Benefit for Natalia w/ Atomga, James And The Devil, Lead by Design, Atomga, James and the Devil, Collierad. $5-$10 suggested donation
Free Form Yoga ($5 - $10 Suggested Donation)

Baby Boogie, bring your kids into dance!

Salsa Dancing (lesson at 8pm, Conjuntos Colores at 9pm) $8
Open Mic Night (Open Stage-sign up at 6:30pm)
Tuesday Swing Night feat. The Stilettos
The Big Blues Jam
Thanks for your support!
Yours,D scribe
Extra Credit: Here's one from Mary Ruefle, out of the recent issue of Boston Poetry Review.BROKEN SPOKE

You grow old.
You love everybody.
You forgive everyone.
You think: we are all leaves
dragged along by the wind.
Then comes a splendid spotted
yellow one—ah, distinction!
And in that moment
you are dragged under.