Monday, May 13, 2013

Love letter 5/9/13

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Ever noticed how strange music is? Where does it comes from? There are rhythms in nature, sure, in everything really, but melody and harmony and that thing called music that you get inside of, that gets inside of you? It is something we create out of tones and rhythms, and yet, once we are attuned to it, it seems to be creating itself. The more you think about it, the stranger it becomes.
But, whatever it is, whatever it really is, music does wonders for the health and wealth of the human spirit. And we are proud to bring you such a fine examples of it every night at the D Note.
On Friday night we have an all female tribute to Journey, The Journey Girls, and that will no doubt be lots of fun, followed by a good cover/dance band Banned In Japan.

Saturday night we have a CD release for D Note owner Dave Rosenberg's band Homebrew. Some great player in this band. The guitar player has an especially sweet tone. 

Free jazz next Tuesday, Green Mountain Jazz Band. And check the rest out at


The Living Wills

The Journey Girls

Banned in Japan

Zumba $8

Stone Guitar Recital

The Guests w/ Snore, The Dead Guns $5


Home Brew CD Release $5

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)
Green Mountain Jazz Band. Free.

Tuesday Swing Night feat. The Stilettos

Come on and dance. Make a little romance.


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Extra Credit:
Robert Louis Stevenson is known as a novelist, but he was also a travel writer and poet. His poems are collected online here and are well worth diving into. Here's one from his children's collection Child's Garden Of Verses.

Block City

What are you able to build with your blocks?
Castles and palaces, temples and docks.
Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,
But I can be happy and building at home.

Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea,
There I'll establish a city for me:
A kirk and a mill and a palace beside,
And a harbour as well where my vessels may ride.

Great is the palace with pillar and wall,
A sort of a tower on the top of it all,
And steps coming down in an orderly way
To where my toy vessels lie safe in the bay.

This one is sailing and that one is moored:
Hark to the song of the sailors aboard!
And see, on the steps of my palace, the kings
Coming and going with presents and things!

Yet as I saw it, I see it again,
The kirk and the palace, the ships and the men,
And as long as I live and where'er I may be,
I'll always remember my town by the sea.

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