D rail,
A couple of accolades have come our way. Salsa Central have named us the best place to dance salsa in Colorado, which is a quite an honor as there are some great salsa clubs around. We were also voted best place to hear live music in JeffCo by Mile High Newspapers. Huzzah!
For dinner music this Friday night at 5pm we have nuevo-flamenco music, with Chordzilla and Guitarsaurus. This duo wowed us last time and are back by popular demand. Free.
Jon Boland will be playing at 7p Friday and Treehouse Sanctum at 8pm. $5. Mellow and beautiful.
Then we'll have another great Cumbia/Bachata latin band at 9:30p on Friday, Los Chavos Dun Dun. w/ DJ Juanito. $10 /$5 ladies.
Saturday we have a tango lesson at 3pm followed by a the big band jazz of Serenade In Blue at 4pm. $10.
Saturday at 7pm we have the return of Laughing Hands. This stellar group is made up of master musicians Steve and Brian Mullins, Mike Fitzmaurice, Ed Rudman and Ed Contreras. They have not played the D Note in half a decade and we can't wait to hear one of our favorite bands again after all these years. The music is hard to describe, but includes original compositions written in a world fusion style. $7.
Saturday at 9pm we come back home with the Americana of Olive Street Rehab, followed by Johnny Barber and The Living Deads at 10:30pm. This is the first, uh, incarnation of The Living Deads we've had at the D Note. This is one of Johnny Barber's illustrious rockabilly projects. Some of you may remember Barber as Velvet Elvis. $5.
Thanks for being you, you.
D Train
Extra Credit: This week a classic, a villanelle by Elizabeth Bishop.
One Art
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Love Letter 6/9/11
D File
If you dig the D Note then please vote for us in Intuit's "Love A Local Business" contest. Easy to do and it could be a big help to us. Thanks in advance!
Congrats to Paige Becker for winning the D Note dessert contest. Her entry was: 'Cinnamon Sugar crust. Chocolate sauce topped with lots of strawberry slices. Name it "Strawberry Fields Forever"!' Our chef and GM chose the winner. We'll feature that dessert pie for the next week. It was a close contest as there were some great entries. Check out our Facebook page to see some of the others.
This Friday we have a great little bluegrass band called The Hummin'birds playing the free Friday afternoon concert at 5pm. Check out the crazy cool poster they did for the show here. Then we switch to jugband music with Roscoe's Dusty Bottle Boxcar Band feat. Bret Sloan at 7pm. Followed by the smooth pop of The Ash Ganley Band at 8pm. $5.
Friday at 9:30p we have hard-core latin dance w/ 9 piece band Kaoba and DJ Juanito. $10/$5 ladies. Bachata, Cumbia, Reggaeton. Come dance and help us get this series off the ground.
Saturday night we have the return of Blues Torch at 7pm. These guys packed the house last time and put on a great show. Come dancing. $5.
Saturday at 9pm we have 3 indie bands, all with very cool names, Lounge Eater, Postal Holiday and Cougar Pants. $5.
Next Tues we have a benefit for a super cool new org called Communified Sounds that sends musicians out to hospitals to play for the sick. Music really does have the power to heal and so we are very psyched about this show. They pulled together 3 fantastic bands too, The Gypsy Lumberjacks, Rogue Sound and Jet Edison. Stellar. $10 suggested donation.
Next week we have the long awaited return of Laughing Hands, plus Johnny Barber and The Living Deads and more. Check out www.dnote.us for more details.
Out,
D Rank
Extra Credit: Here's a poem by a mysterious poet named Truck Darling. Enjoy.
I SHALL NOT BE PUT TO SHAME
St. Matthew 26: 6-13 & Isaiah 50: 4-7
The tenant next door: a prince of the night
with diamond vocals. I have trouble chewing
with grace, need a voluptuous rescue dog
to stay warm so I can keep working off
the grid in mascara. The violent must need
to put their pain somewhere? I had his head
handed to me & I know what to do with it. I
parade the length of 9th Ave. in Converse
& pearls. People yell at me & I find myself
on planes, passed out on dirt, a lone ascetic
in noon pajamas. A potpourri of hockey feet
& quicksand in my cot. When things get crazy,
my impulse is to go radical, crack up during
a Lifetime cameo. My resolve wishes to cave
like an avalanche, but I’ve set my face like flint,
like Rushmore. I know I shall not be put to shame.
I shall not be locked away in fear with this deer
musk, a wet leather jacket, ginger ale. The saddest
shepherd’s pie attracts me to myself. The trust we
love maybe attracts us to ourselves. It’s arrogance
to think I am breathing without a machine. At least
the Blood & Beer Days are over on my soaked earth.
I’d awfully like to drift back into a world of fireflies,
single~pump gas stations, overalls & 1st century
Palestinian sunbeams shooting through my dirty hair
before everything became so… but Love detonates
softly in my present. You are my regal tripwire, it is
good to keep stumbling like this I’m thinking?
If you dig the D Note then please vote for us in Intuit's "Love A Local Business" contest. Easy to do and it could be a big help to us. Thanks in advance!
Congrats to Paige Becker for winning the D Note dessert contest. Her entry was: 'Cinnamon Sugar crust. Chocolate sauce topped with lots of strawberry slices. Name it "Strawberry Fields Forever"!' Our chef and GM chose the winner. We'll feature that dessert pie for the next week. It was a close contest as there were some great entries. Check out our Facebook page to see some of the others.
This Friday we have a great little bluegrass band called The Hummin'birds playing the free Friday afternoon concert at 5pm. Check out the crazy cool poster they did for the show here. Then we switch to jugband music with Roscoe's Dusty Bottle Boxcar Band feat. Bret Sloan at 7pm. Followed by the smooth pop of The Ash Ganley Band at 8pm. $5.
Friday at 9:30p we have hard-core latin dance w/ 9 piece band Kaoba and DJ Juanito. $10/$5 ladies. Bachata, Cumbia, Reggaeton. Come dance and help us get this series off the ground.
Saturday night we have the return of Blues Torch at 7pm. These guys packed the house last time and put on a great show. Come dancing. $5.
Saturday at 9pm we have 3 indie bands, all with very cool names, Lounge Eater, Postal Holiday and Cougar Pants. $5.
Next Tues we have a benefit for a super cool new org called Communified Sounds that sends musicians out to hospitals to play for the sick. Music really does have the power to heal and so we are very psyched about this show. They pulled together 3 fantastic bands too, The Gypsy Lumberjacks, Rogue Sound and Jet Edison. Stellar. $10 suggested donation.
Next week we have the long awaited return of Laughing Hands, plus Johnny Barber and The Living Deads and more. Check out www.dnote.us for more details.
Out,
D Rank
Extra Credit: Here's a poem by a mysterious poet named Truck Darling. Enjoy.
I SHALL NOT BE PUT TO SHAME
St. Matthew 26: 6-13 & Isaiah 50: 4-7
The tenant next door: a prince of the night
with diamond vocals. I have trouble chewing
with grace, need a voluptuous rescue dog
to stay warm so I can keep working off
the grid in mascara. The violent must need
to put their pain somewhere? I had his head
handed to me & I know what to do with it. I
parade the length of 9th Ave. in Converse
& pearls. People yell at me & I find myself
on planes, passed out on dirt, a lone ascetic
in noon pajamas. A potpourri of hockey feet
& quicksand in my cot. When things get crazy,
my impulse is to go radical, crack up during
a Lifetime cameo. My resolve wishes to cave
like an avalanche, but I’ve set my face like flint,
like Rushmore. I know I shall not be put to shame.
I shall not be locked away in fear with this deer
musk, a wet leather jacket, ginger ale. The saddest
shepherd’s pie attracts me to myself. The trust we
love maybe attracts us to ourselves. It’s arrogance
to think I am breathing without a machine. At least
the Blood & Beer Days are over on my soaked earth.
I’d awfully like to drift back into a world of fireflies,
single~pump gas stations, overalls & 1st century
Palestinian sunbeams shooting through my dirty hair
before everything became so… but Love detonates
softly in my present. You are my regal tripwire, it is
good to keep stumbling like this I’m thinking?
Thursday, June 2, 2011
D Note love letter 6/2/11
D ssert
We've got a contest challenge for all of you. If you've got an idea for a fantastic dessert pie, then suggest it on our Facebook page, including a band or song related name. Winner gets a large pie of his or her creation, plus a spot on our specials board. Can hardly wait to taste what you come up with.
This weekend starts off this Friday at 5pm with a kid from Austin Texas named Hogan Sullivan. This kid is great! Free.
Then at 7pm Friday night a local legendary band in the making, the Omnibuds, take the stage. Omnibuds is quite a name. The moniker is obviously derived from "Ombudsman", meaning an official appointed to investigate individuals' complaints against maladministration, esp. that of public authorities. but it is made much more evocative here. "Omni" means "all" and "buds" can mean friends, flowers, etc. Cool Americana music too. $5.
At 9:30pm we begin a new series at the D Note. This is for lovers of hard core latin dancing and music. It is called Noches Tropicalia and for our opening night we'll have a great band, Los Lunaticos. DJ Javi will spin before, between and after. $10 for men, $5 for ladies. Expect Reggaeton, Cumbia, Bachata and some hot dancing.
Saturday we have the big band jazz of Sentimental Sounds at 4pm. This is a benefit for a great local organization Jeffco Outdoor Lab Foundation. $10 suggested donation.
Saturday at 7pm we have a showcase for a local studio, Global Sounds, featuring some of their bands. Free.
Saturday at 9pm we have a CD release for Mike Murray. The CD is called "International" and it is pop, pops. $5
For more info check out www.dnote.us. And don't forget to dream up your dream dessert pie and enter it into our Facebook page.
Deepest,
D pest
Extra Credit: This poem by Dean Young showed up the other day from Poetry Daily. It is a funny puzzle garden of a poem.
Madrigal
Maybe we put too much faith in the heart
when any blockhead knows everything falls apart,
turn to mush the storied administrations of the brain,
there's no statue that won't eventually dissolve in rain,
the continents are in pieces, the empire a mess,
the fleece full of holes, the rivers distressed.
Not what we promised and swore, didn't and did,
not the terrible things that happened to us as kids
makes much diff. We're the types
who bring parasols to gunfights.
A dove backfires, a dump truck coos,
everything's out of whack since I lost you.
Worse than a job chicken-processing,
worse than a courtroom of the deaf addressing,
like trying on a shirt with the pins still in it,
listen to the heart you'll soon regret it.
The photos in their oval frames bestow blame and frown,
whatever you used all your might to heave into the air is due to
come crashing down.
Not the hatchet job you wanted but the one you took,
you stagger from the feast for a look
at a polluted brook, rather polluted yourself.
You feel like something fallen from its shelf,
a yo-yo with a busted string, chipped ceramic elf
because all you can think about is not there,
the eyes not there, not there's hair.
You still don't know what to say
and keep saying it, still trying to give your hiding place away
making a silly commotion with the leaves
of the tree you're falling from. But once that paper's creased,
there's no uncreasing. Once the numbers are deleted,
there's nothing to add up. So time for the tarry slumber
of so what who cares what's it matter,
what should be open closes, should be soft hardens
while the next set of fools scampers into the puzzle garden
detonating with laughter.
We've got a contest challenge for all of you. If you've got an idea for a fantastic dessert pie, then suggest it on our Facebook page, including a band or song related name. Winner gets a large pie of his or her creation, plus a spot on our specials board. Can hardly wait to taste what you come up with.
This weekend starts off this Friday at 5pm with a kid from Austin Texas named Hogan Sullivan. This kid is great! Free.
Then at 7pm Friday night a local legendary band in the making, the Omnibuds, take the stage. Omnibuds is quite a name. The moniker is obviously derived from "Ombudsman", meaning an official appointed to investigate individuals' complaints against maladministration, esp. that of public authorities. but it is made much more evocative here. "Omni" means "all" and "buds" can mean friends, flowers, etc. Cool Americana music too. $5.
At 9:30pm we begin a new series at the D Note. This is for lovers of hard core latin dancing and music. It is called Noches Tropicalia and for our opening night we'll have a great band, Los Lunaticos. DJ Javi will spin before, between and after. $10 for men, $5 for ladies. Expect Reggaeton, Cumbia, Bachata and some hot dancing.
Saturday we have the big band jazz of Sentimental Sounds at 4pm. This is a benefit for a great local organization Jeffco Outdoor Lab Foundation. $10 suggested donation.
Saturday at 7pm we have a showcase for a local studio, Global Sounds, featuring some of their bands. Free.
Saturday at 9pm we have a CD release for Mike Murray. The CD is called "International" and it is pop, pops. $5
For more info check out www.dnote.us. And don't forget to dream up your dream dessert pie and enter it into our Facebook page.
Deepest,
D pest
Extra Credit: This poem by Dean Young showed up the other day from Poetry Daily. It is a funny puzzle garden of a poem.
Madrigal
Maybe we put too much faith in the heart
when any blockhead knows everything falls apart,
turn to mush the storied administrations of the brain,
there's no statue that won't eventually dissolve in rain,
the continents are in pieces, the empire a mess,
the fleece full of holes, the rivers distressed.
Not what we promised and swore, didn't and did,
not the terrible things that happened to us as kids
makes much diff. We're the types
who bring parasols to gunfights.
A dove backfires, a dump truck coos,
everything's out of whack since I lost you.
Worse than a job chicken-processing,
worse than a courtroom of the deaf addressing,
like trying on a shirt with the pins still in it,
listen to the heart you'll soon regret it.
The photos in their oval frames bestow blame and frown,
whatever you used all your might to heave into the air is due to
come crashing down.
Not the hatchet job you wanted but the one you took,
you stagger from the feast for a look
at a polluted brook, rather polluted yourself.
You feel like something fallen from its shelf,
a yo-yo with a busted string, chipped ceramic elf
because all you can think about is not there,
the eyes not there, not there's hair.
You still don't know what to say
and keep saying it, still trying to give your hiding place away
making a silly commotion with the leaves
of the tree you're falling from. But once that paper's creased,
there's no uncreasing. Once the numbers are deleted,
there's nothing to add up. So time for the tarry slumber
of so what who cares what's it matter,
what should be open closes, should be soft hardens
while the next set of fools scampers into the puzzle garden
detonating with laughter.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
love letter 5/26/11
D Section
First up, if you are a fan of the D Note, will you please go onto Yelp and say why you are a fan? That would help us out a bunch. And if you do put something up, then come in and let us know. We want to say thank you in person.
Also, we are looking for a part time sound man. If you are interested, or know someone that might be, inquire within. Gracias.
Friday night this week starts out with a free concert by the uber-talented songwriter and performer Rob Drabkin at 5pm.
At 7pm Friday Drew Schofield Band is back in the house. Class act. Then the blues dance band Blind Child is playing at 9pm and will rock the night away. $5.
Saturday we have a tango lesson at 4pm followed by the big band jazz of Serenade In Blue. Perfect way to spend an afternoon.
At 7pm Saturday we have the beautiful (and funny) bluegrass folk of the OK Trio at 7pm. They do an excellent Men At Work.
One of our favorite local bands, Junk Drawer, plays at 9:30pm. This is a heavy blues rock band, with a Ween side to their personality. Last time they played they all wore the classic Get Your Phil At The D Note t-shirts.
At 10:30pm we have crunchy ska dub of Transverse Universe. Altogether Saturday is gonna be a lovely night.
Next Tuesday we have band who is traveling through from Austin Texas called The Warm Guns, twee indie rock. They are playing with a local Arvada band called The Belle Jar. Good stuff.
Just a heads up. Next Friday at 9:30p we start a new Friday night series at D Note, Tropical Latin Nights, featuring the band Los Lunaticos and DJ Javi (spinning Cumbia, Bachata, Reggaeton and more.) Mark the date. www.dnote.us for more info.
Yours,
D sponder
Extra credit: Here's a poem from a recent New Yorker by W.S. Merwin called "Turning". It is one of those poems that we read and dismissed. But then it came back later to haunt us.
TURNING
Going to fast for myself I missed
more than I think I can remember
almost everything it seems sometimes
and yet there are chances that come back
that I did not notice when they stood
where I could have reached out and touched them
this morning the black shepherd dog
still young looking up and saying
Are you ready this time
First up, if you are a fan of the D Note, will you please go onto Yelp and say why you are a fan? That would help us out a bunch. And if you do put something up, then come in and let us know. We want to say thank you in person.
Also, we are looking for a part time sound man. If you are interested, or know someone that might be, inquire within. Gracias.
Friday night this week starts out with a free concert by the uber-talented songwriter and performer Rob Drabkin at 5pm.
At 7pm Friday Drew Schofield Band is back in the house. Class act. Then the blues dance band Blind Child is playing at 9pm and will rock the night away. $5.
Saturday we have a tango lesson at 4pm followed by the big band jazz of Serenade In Blue. Perfect way to spend an afternoon.
At 7pm Saturday we have the beautiful (and funny) bluegrass folk of the OK Trio at 7pm. They do an excellent Men At Work.
One of our favorite local bands, Junk Drawer, plays at 9:30pm. This is a heavy blues rock band, with a Ween side to their personality. Last time they played they all wore the classic Get Your Phil At The D Note t-shirts.
At 10:30pm we have crunchy ska dub of Transverse Universe. Altogether Saturday is gonna be a lovely night.
Next Tuesday we have band who is traveling through from Austin Texas called The Warm Guns, twee indie rock. They are playing with a local Arvada band called The Belle Jar. Good stuff.
Just a heads up. Next Friday at 9:30p we start a new Friday night series at D Note, Tropical Latin Nights, featuring the band Los Lunaticos and DJ Javi (spinning Cumbia, Bachata, Reggaeton and more.) Mark the date. www.dnote.us for more info.
Yours,
D sponder
Extra credit: Here's a poem from a recent New Yorker by W.S. Merwin called "Turning". It is one of those poems that we read and dismissed. But then it came back later to haunt us.
TURNING
Going to fast for myself I missed
more than I think I can remember
almost everything it seems sometimes
and yet there are chances that come back
that I did not notice when they stood
where I could have reached out and touched them
this morning the black shepherd dog
still young looking up and saying
Are you ready this time
Thursday, May 19, 2011
weekend update 5/19/11
Freddy Franks
Strange how when someone goes
they instantly become myth,
the most of the that that they were.
There is an essence, a spirit
that stays behind in which we can feel
the whole arc of the life.
He preached the gospel every
Sunday for fifty eight years
at the Silver Moon Full Gospel Church
in Granby Missouri. You can imagine
how good he was at the end after all
that practice. (He never retired.)
To give you an idea consider
that he played baseball in college
and could have gone pro, but
instead became a pastor.
(That is the stuff legend is made of,
the All American future baseball star
giving up fame and fortune for
the tending to of a few.)
So just imagine all the heat of the great athlete
directed into the performance at the pulpit,
a little bit of Jerry Lee Lewis' great balls of fire
crossed with the charm of Elvis Presley
and the vocal inflections of Woody Guthrie.
It is a special music that I can hear in my own voice sometimes,
but just barely. This special voice is shared by my grandfather too.
I wish I could hear even more of the sound in me.
Perhaps in homage to these men I will begin to imitate them
and draw out my adverbs, juuuuust for emphasis,
and throw in more "shoots", "brother", "sister"
"man" and "friend" into my language too.
. . .
Think of the vulnerability at the pulpit, the humility
necessary in baring your soul before a congregation
week after week, for thousands of weeks. My Land!
I love to walk in the graveyard in Granby
that Freddy tended and in which he will be buried Saturday.
My Grandfather has taken me through this cemetery
several times and likes to tell stories about the people
buried there, dozens of which, I would imagine,
Freddy helped bury. Even in death
a community will stick together, held together
by the names carved on the stones
and the memories of the living.
. . .
Often as I'm feeling something powerful
I find the music I just happen to be listening to will suddenly
mean something. As I'm writing this I'm listening to a CD
by a songwriter that hopes to play the D Note, John Statz.
The one-line chorus of this beautiful song
repeats over and over, "They mean everything to me."
These words seem to me now to embody
the very meaning of the Granby cemetery.
And it feels appropriate that these words
should come to me in song. Fred
had a beautiful voice and often
led the congregation in song.
I can hear him now in my voice, friend,
ever alive in my vowels, singing
with the angels in heaven and sung
for an lo o o ng time to come.
Strange how when someone goes
they instantly become myth,
the most of the that that they were.
There is an essence, a spirit
that stays behind in which we can feel
the whole arc of the life.
He preached the gospel every
Sunday for fifty eight years
at the Silver Moon Full Gospel Church
in Granby Missouri. You can imagine
how good he was at the end after all
that practice. (He never retired.)
To give you an idea consider
that he played baseball in college
and could have gone pro, but
instead became a pastor.
(That is the stuff legend is made of,
the All American future baseball star
giving up fame and fortune for
the tending to of a few.)
So just imagine all the heat of the great athlete
directed into the performance at the pulpit,
a little bit of Jerry Lee Lewis' great balls of fire
crossed with the charm of Elvis Presley
and the vocal inflections of Woody Guthrie.
It is a special music that I can hear in my own voice sometimes,
but just barely. This special voice is shared by my grandfather too.
I wish I could hear even more of the sound in me.
Perhaps in homage to these men I will begin to imitate them
and draw out my adverbs, juuuuust for emphasis,
and throw in more "shoots", "brother", "sister"
"man" and "friend" into my language too.
. . .
Think of the vulnerability at the pulpit, the humility
necessary in baring your soul before a congregation
week after week, for thousands of weeks. My Land!
I love to walk in the graveyard in Granby
that Freddy tended and in which he will be buried Saturday.
My Grandfather has taken me through this cemetery
several times and likes to tell stories about the people
buried there, dozens of which, I would imagine,
Freddy helped bury. Even in death
a community will stick together, held together
by the names carved on the stones
and the memories of the living.
. . .
Often as I'm feeling something powerful
I find the music I just happen to be listening to will suddenly
mean something. As I'm writing this I'm listening to a CD
by a songwriter that hopes to play the D Note, John Statz.
The one-line chorus of this beautiful song
repeats over and over, "They mean everything to me."
These words seem to me now to embody
the very meaning of the Granby cemetery.
And it feels appropriate that these words
should come to me in song. Fred
had a beautiful voice and often
led the congregation in song.
I can hear him now in my voice, friend,
ever alive in my vowels, singing
with the angels in heaven and sung
for an lo o o ng time to come.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
weekend update 5/12/11
D La Souls
Hello again dear friends. Thanks for being here. We hope to make it worth your while.
Friday night we have a Free Afternoon Concert w/ Vickie Pompea from Ft. Collins at 5pm. Think John Denver if he was born a woman. Then at 7pm we have the 1, 2 punch of Mitch Lehn Folk Trio (and we always have to qualify that these guys are not a trio, nor folk, nor named Mitch Lehn), followed by The Jake Leg Shakers. These guys always give us a good show. The night ends with an ALL Cream and Jimi Hendrix set by Reverend Hooch at 10:30p. $5. There is a drink special for the night, Hendrix gin w/ cream and Chambord. Ask for a Hendrix and Cream.
Saturday afternoon we have a D Note World Family Concert w/ Rocky Mountain Steel Bands. $7 ($3 for kids under 12). There will be several student steel bands performing.
Saturday at 7p we have a CD release show for Victoria Woodsworth. Victoria once lived in Denver and even won a Westword nod for best songwriter 6 years ago. She now lives in Nashville and we're excited to hear her new songs. Trinity Demask will open the show, another excellent songwriter local to Arvada. $5.
At 9pm we have 3 indie rock bands, Vagrant Son, Firebird 4k and Zombie Survival Guide. Rock on. $5.
Next Thurs night mark your calendar for the ALL BILL MURRAY trivia quiz at 7pm hosted by Geeks Who Drink.
Next Friday we have a Long Spoon Collective Showcase w/ Ian Cooke, Esme (from Paperbird) and several more.
Next Saturday is a birthday party for Bob Dylan who is turning 70. Check out www.dnote.us for more info.
Exeunt,
D Facto
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Extra Credit: On the front left window of the D Note someone has pasted a Petrarchan Sonnet by Gwendolyn Brooks. This poem is a tricky one and we've been turning it over and over in our minds ever since we first saw it. Here it is.
First Fight. Then Fiddle.
First fight. Then fiddle. Ply the slipping string
With feathery sorcery; muzzle the note
With hurting love; the music that they wrote
Bewitch, bewilder. Qualify to sing
Threadwise. Devise no salt, no hempen thing
For the dear instrument to bear. Devote
The bow to silks and honey. Be remote
A while from malice and from murdering.
But first to arms, to armor. Carry hate
In front of you and harmony behind.
Be deaf to music and to beauty blind.
Win war. Rise bloody, maybe not too late
For having first to civilize a space
Wherein to play your violin with grace.
–Gwendolyn Brooks, 1949
Hello again dear friends. Thanks for being here. We hope to make it worth your while.
Friday night we have a Free Afternoon Concert w/ Vickie Pompea from Ft. Collins at 5pm. Think John Denver if he was born a woman. Then at 7pm we have the 1, 2 punch of Mitch Lehn Folk Trio (and we always have to qualify that these guys are not a trio, nor folk, nor named Mitch Lehn), followed by The Jake Leg Shakers. These guys always give us a good show. The night ends with an ALL Cream and Jimi Hendrix set by Reverend Hooch at 10:30p. $5. There is a drink special for the night, Hendrix gin w/ cream and Chambord. Ask for a Hendrix and Cream.
Saturday afternoon we have a D Note World Family Concert w/ Rocky Mountain Steel Bands. $7 ($3 for kids under 12). There will be several student steel bands performing.
Saturday at 7p we have a CD release show for Victoria Woodsworth. Victoria once lived in Denver and even won a Westword nod for best songwriter 6 years ago. She now lives in Nashville and we're excited to hear her new songs. Trinity Demask will open the show, another excellent songwriter local to Arvada. $5.
At 9pm we have 3 indie rock bands, Vagrant Son, Firebird 4k and Zombie Survival Guide. Rock on. $5.
Next Thurs night mark your calendar for the ALL BILL MURRAY trivia quiz at 7pm hosted by Geeks Who Drink.
Next Friday we have a Long Spoon Collective Showcase w/ Ian Cooke, Esme (from Paperbird) and several more.
Next Saturday is a birthday party for Bob Dylan who is turning 70. Check out www.dnote.us for more info.
Exeunt,
D Facto
--
Extra Credit: On the front left window of the D Note someone has pasted a Petrarchan Sonnet by Gwendolyn Brooks. This poem is a tricky one and we've been turning it over and over in our minds ever since we first saw it. Here it is.
First Fight. Then Fiddle.
First fight. Then fiddle. Ply the slipping string
With feathery sorcery; muzzle the note
With hurting love; the music that they wrote
Bewitch, bewilder. Qualify to sing
Threadwise. Devise no salt, no hempen thing
For the dear instrument to bear. Devote
The bow to silks and honey. Be remote
A while from malice and from murdering.
But first to arms, to armor. Carry hate
In front of you and harmony behind.
Be deaf to music and to beauty blind.
Win war. Rise bloody, maybe not too late
For having first to civilize a space
Wherein to play your violin with grace.
–Gwendolyn Brooks, 1949
Thursday, May 5, 2011
love letter 5/5/11
D friend
The D Note has two things in common with Facebook. Number one they are both community oriented. But they are both a lot of fun too. FB is, essentially, life boiled down to pithily witty comments between friends. If you have pithily witty friends that is. If not you can always friend the D Note and we'll do our best to be withily pity.
Okay, focus. The keyboardist for Leftover Salmon, Bill Mckay, has moved to Arvada. To welcome himself to Arvada he is playing a free Friday afternoon concert this Friday at the D Note at 5p. Come enjoy the treat. Good stuff all night after that, Jonina Diel (7p), James Hurtado (8p), Dave Boylan Band (9p), Cadillac Grip (R&B and funk dance band) (10:30p). We will be dancing.
Saturday morning is more dance, with Zumba at 10:30. Then at noon, even more, as the Music Train Family Concert Series presents Ricardo Pena salsa band. $7 kids/$3 adults. Cool lunch date with your kids. At 3pm Saturday is more music, with a open jam-band jam (is that a tautology? a jam sandwich?) hosted by Ben and Bill. At 6:45p Saturday is a very young, but good rock band called Synergy. They pump a lot of energy into the D Note.
At 8:30p Saturday we have the long awaited return of the The Mumbles. Firefighter Mike Berg has been a friend to the D Note since day one, and he's also a hell of a songwriter, especially if you like XTC, or say, The Beatles. Mike has brought along another couple bands made up of firefighters, Hot Robots and Reckless Nights. $5. We're stoked (like a fire)
This coming Sunday morning we have designed especially with Mothers in mind. Moms can leave kids at home with Dad and come treat themselves to yoga lead by Nicki Viera w/ live music by Melissa Ivey and Adam DeGraff at 10a. And then have the rest of the family come meet you at 11am for Mello Cello brunch w/ breakfast pizzas, mimosas, bloody marys and of course, cello beautifully played by Monica Sales. Then go home for naps and come back for Baby Boogie at 2p-6p. Cocktail hour. Then take the kids home to the sitter and come back to the D Note for salsa lessons at 8pm followed by La Candela salsa orquestra. $8. Sounds like an epic mother's day to us!
Next Tuesday there will be several student acapella groups. Fun. Next Friday night we have a Jimi Hendrix and Cream Tribute. Next Saturday day is a D Note World Family Concert featuring steel bands. Go to www.dnote.us for details and the rest of the scoop.
Signing off,
D scribe
Extra credit: In recent weeks we have shared poetry with the theme of blessings and curses. Here's another take, lyrics from a new song by Lucina Williams.
Blessed
We were blessed by the minister
Who practiced what he preached
We were blessed by the poor man
Who said heaven is within reach
We were blessed by the girl selling roses
Showed us how to live
We were blessed by the neglected child
Who knew how to forgive
We were blessed by the battered woman
Who didn't seek revenge
We were blessed by the warrior
Who didn't need to win
We were blessed by the blind man
Who could see for miles and miles
We were blessed by the fighter
Who didn't fight for the prize
We were blessed by the mother
Who gave up the child
We were blessed by the soldier
Who gave up his life
We were blessed by the teacher
Who didn't have a degree
We were blessed by the prisoner
Who knew how to be free
We were blessed by the mystic
Who turned water into wine
We were blessed by the watchmaker
Who gave up his time
We were blessed by the wounded man
Who felt no pain
By the wayfaring stranger
Who knew our names
We were blessed by the homeless man
Who showed us the way home
We were blessed by the hungry man
Who filled us with love
By the little innocent baby
Who taught us the truth
We were blessed by the forlorn
Forsaken and abused
We were blessed
The D Note has two things in common with Facebook. Number one they are both community oriented. But they are both a lot of fun too. FB is, essentially, life boiled down to pithily witty comments between friends. If you have pithily witty friends that is. If not you can always friend the D Note and we'll do our best to be withily pity.
Okay, focus. The keyboardist for Leftover Salmon, Bill Mckay, has moved to Arvada. To welcome himself to Arvada he is playing a free Friday afternoon concert this Friday at the D Note at 5p. Come enjoy the treat. Good stuff all night after that, Jonina Diel (7p), James Hurtado (8p), Dave Boylan Band (9p), Cadillac Grip (R&B and funk dance band) (10:30p). We will be dancing.
Saturday morning is more dance, with Zumba at 10:30. Then at noon, even more, as the Music Train Family Concert Series presents Ricardo Pena salsa band. $7 kids/$3 adults. Cool lunch date with your kids. At 3pm Saturday is more music, with a open jam-band jam (is that a tautology? a jam sandwich?) hosted by Ben and Bill. At 6:45p Saturday is a very young, but good rock band called Synergy. They pump a lot of energy into the D Note.
At 8:30p Saturday we have the long awaited return of the The Mumbles. Firefighter Mike Berg has been a friend to the D Note since day one, and he's also a hell of a songwriter, especially if you like XTC, or say, The Beatles. Mike has brought along another couple bands made up of firefighters, Hot Robots and Reckless Nights. $5. We're stoked (like a fire)
This coming Sunday morning we have designed especially with Mothers in mind. Moms can leave kids at home with Dad and come treat themselves to yoga lead by Nicki Viera w/ live music by Melissa Ivey and Adam DeGraff at 10a. And then have the rest of the family come meet you at 11am for Mello Cello brunch w/ breakfast pizzas, mimosas, bloody marys and of course, cello beautifully played by Monica Sales. Then go home for naps and come back for Baby Boogie at 2p-6p. Cocktail hour. Then take the kids home to the sitter and come back to the D Note for salsa lessons at 8pm followed by La Candela salsa orquestra. $8. Sounds like an epic mother's day to us!
Next Tuesday there will be several student acapella groups. Fun. Next Friday night we have a Jimi Hendrix and Cream Tribute. Next Saturday day is a D Note World Family Concert featuring steel bands. Go to www.dnote.us for details and the rest of the scoop.
Signing off,
D scribe
Extra credit: In recent weeks we have shared poetry with the theme of blessings and curses. Here's another take, lyrics from a new song by Lucina Williams.
Blessed
We were blessed by the minister
Who practiced what he preached
We were blessed by the poor man
Who said heaven is within reach
We were blessed by the girl selling roses
Showed us how to live
We were blessed by the neglected child
Who knew how to forgive
We were blessed by the battered woman
Who didn't seek revenge
We were blessed by the warrior
Who didn't need to win
We were blessed by the blind man
Who could see for miles and miles
We were blessed by the fighter
Who didn't fight for the prize
We were blessed by the mother
Who gave up the child
We were blessed by the soldier
Who gave up his life
We were blessed by the teacher
Who didn't have a degree
We were blessed by the prisoner
Who knew how to be free
We were blessed by the mystic
Who turned water into wine
We were blessed by the watchmaker
Who gave up his time
We were blessed by the wounded man
Who felt no pain
By the wayfaring stranger
Who knew our names
We were blessed by the homeless man
Who showed us the way home
We were blessed by the hungry man
Who filled us with love
By the little innocent baby
Who taught us the truth
We were blessed by the forlorn
Forsaken and abused
We were blessed
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