D vourers,
How are you, masticaters of D?
Chew on this.
Thursday after the truly lolful Geeks Who Drink Trivia we have 3 bands,
9pm Josiah James, Claymore Disco, and The Lost Colors. Free. The Lost Colors of the Claymore Disco...hmm...
Friday we have a bunch of metaphorical bananas. Each banana
represents the perfect food of music. And if the food of music be love,
play on. [5:00p]
Alice Frisch (free)
[7:00p] Mestizo, Canyon Creek Band $7
[10:30p] Laroy & co $5.
Saturday, to continue
the theme, we have a smorgasbord; a little English fare, some German
schnitzel, some latin salsa, some Jamaican jerk and Mr. Steak for
dessert. [12:30p] Chelsea v. Bayern Munich 2012 Champions League Final
[4:00p] Family Music Train presents: Trios Los Bohemios (latin) $7 adult/$3 kids
[6:45p] The Doug Endres Memorial Concert and Benefit w/ Ironwood Rain, Lion Soul Jah and Mr. Steak. $8
Salsa is looking for beginners. This means you. Organize a group
of your friends and come try salsa. Joseph Snowhawk is a gentle and
excellent teacher for beginners. Plus it is so much fun. $8 includes
lesson and 12 piece salsa orchestra.
Monday night open mic needs you and your friends, and so does Marlo
and Farm Jazz on Wednesdays. Marlo and gang played the first Wednesday
night of their residency last week and it was beautiful. Great night to
come practice your two step or your swing. Free.
Flamenco legend Rene Heredia and his beautiful dancers next Friday at 7pm...
We believe through you,
D voured
Extra
Credit: Here's a new poem by our friend Noel Black. We recently wrote a
review for Noel Black's new book which you can find here.
In The City Of Word People
Under the world, Satan’s riverboat of indecision collects the air,
killing without glory or punishment.
Who can collect the wolf?
Brighty, nighty, disappointment writing
in the heart you can’t win.
This is the poem I wrote while sort of half-staring
at the bookshelf beside my bed.
I used to like to think about books being neighbors
on bookshelves, which were like skyscrapers of books,
and that inside your house was a metropolis of word people
even if you lived in a log cabin by yourself
in the middle of a beautiful meadow
so beautiful that every time you looked out your window
you would think about the Robert Duncan poem
“Often I Am Permitted to Return to A Meadow”
even though you were already in a meadow
surrounded by thousands of wonderful books
written by people you’re glad don’t live there.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
D Note love letter 5/10/12
D Riguer,
Okay, lots of news to spread your way so let's get this party started...
Tonight, May 10, at 9pm, after trivia, we have Cold Forty Three (Heavy Rock/Reggae from L.A.) $5.
Tomorrow night Jazz guitarist Laurie Dameron opens at 5pm. Free.
At 7pm tomorrow we have Something Underground and friends! Opening for SU is Ryan Chris, playing acoustic (with Bradley Weaver and Carlos Newman joining on lap steal and cajon, respectively.) After Something Underground at 10:30pm is Q Diva Experience. Watch out! It is rare we get to hear Something Underground at the D Note and we are excited. This will be a great night of music. $8.
Saturday at 3pm we have Sentimental Sounds Big Band. Free.
We have a very special last minute show that was added on Sat at 6:30pm. Swing Je T'aime with Bjorn Thoroddsen (Icelandic guitar legend) $10. This is one of those magic shows. We had something that fell out last minute at 6:30p. Then Swing Je T'aime called us to see if by any chance we had 6:30p open for Bjorn who was coming through town for another gig at the same time. We did!
At 8:30pm Friday we have Bluefolk Dreamers w/ Connie Hannah, Atomic Conundrum $5
Then at midnight we have New Old Calvary (rollicking bluegrass) $5
For yoga on Sunday morning at 10am we have a new teacher for the summer, Keith, and he's been doing a great job. Come give his class a try. Melissa Ivey and Adam DeGraff play live music.
Then at 11:30 we have Mello Cello w/ Monica Sales. What a lovely way to spend a Sunday.
Next Tuesday at 6pm we have Ralston Valley HS Jazz Ensemble (free) followed by BlueStoneMojo Jam Band Jazz at 8:30pm. $5.
Then next Wednesday we have the premier of Farm Jazz, the jam replacing the Clam Daddys for the summer. Marlo (which many of you will recognize from the Pickin Parlour) will be hosting and it will be beautiful.
can't wait to see you soon,
D day
Extra Credit: A thought provoking lyrical poem by Nathalie Anderson
Féis
How long since you last gazed into a face
this beautiful, since a face this beautiful
opened its gaze for you? A full moon couldn't
loom any larger, rising late and low
in hazy autumn, couldn't fill any
lake or pool more full than your eye is full,
holy water rising in the holy well.
You can't follow a third of what he's saying,
his lips moving slow, then fast, then slow, tilting
his face from seduction into friendliness
and back again, the words flying fast, birds
surprised from hedges, the lashes raising
and lowering their heavy wings, the hair
a dense cloud stroking and unravelling
over the hill's brow, the shirt washed to a
pale soft heft. Behind him in the pub, two
pipers, one's lean head shaved down to a shadow,
self-absorbed, arrogantly serious;
one curly-haired, wind-blown, gregarious
and gap-toothed. This one's different, looks at you,
at you only, your search-light. Is there danger?
There's always danger. The pipers pack their
sticks and bags, the guitarists click shut the doors
of their cases, the fiddlers raise their bows
precisely together, the lights go up
without your seeing. So this is what they once
called glamour: leave him so much as a ribbon,
your world can age without you. Water rising in the well.
Okay, lots of news to spread your way so let's get this party started...
Tonight, May 10, at 9pm, after trivia, we have Cold Forty Three (Heavy Rock/Reggae from L.A.) $5.
Tomorrow night Jazz guitarist Laurie Dameron opens at 5pm. Free.
At 7pm tomorrow we have Something Underground and friends! Opening for SU is Ryan Chris, playing acoustic (with Bradley Weaver and Carlos Newman joining on lap steal and cajon, respectively.) After Something Underground at 10:30pm is Q Diva Experience. Watch out! It is rare we get to hear Something Underground at the D Note and we are excited. This will be a great night of music. $8.
Saturday at 3pm we have Sentimental Sounds Big Band. Free.
We have a very special last minute show that was added on Sat at 6:30pm. Swing Je T'aime with Bjorn Thoroddsen (Icelandic guitar legend) $10. This is one of those magic shows. We had something that fell out last minute at 6:30p. Then Swing Je T'aime called us to see if by any chance we had 6:30p open for Bjorn who was coming through town for another gig at the same time. We did!
At 8:30pm Friday we have Bluefolk Dreamers w/ Connie Hannah, Atomic Conundrum $5
Then at midnight we have New Old Calvary (rollicking bluegrass) $5
For yoga on Sunday morning at 10am we have a new teacher for the summer, Keith, and he's been doing a great job. Come give his class a try. Melissa Ivey and Adam DeGraff play live music.
Then at 11:30 we have Mello Cello w/ Monica Sales. What a lovely way to spend a Sunday.
Next Tuesday at 6pm we have Ralston Valley HS Jazz Ensemble (free) followed by BlueStoneMojo Jam Band Jazz at 8:30pm. $5.
Then next Wednesday we have the premier of Farm Jazz, the jam replacing the Clam Daddys for the summer. Marlo (which many of you will recognize from the Pickin Parlour) will be hosting and it will be beautiful.
can't wait to see you soon,
D day
Extra Credit: A thought provoking lyrical poem by Nathalie Anderson
Féis
How long since you last gazed into a face
this beautiful, since a face this beautiful
opened its gaze for you? A full moon couldn't
loom any larger, rising late and low
in hazy autumn, couldn't fill any
lake or pool more full than your eye is full,
holy water rising in the holy well.
You can't follow a third of what he's saying,
his lips moving slow, then fast, then slow, tilting
his face from seduction into friendliness
and back again, the words flying fast, birds
surprised from hedges, the lashes raising
and lowering their heavy wings, the hair
a dense cloud stroking and unravelling
over the hill's brow, the shirt washed to a
pale soft heft. Behind him in the pub, two
pipers, one's lean head shaved down to a shadow,
self-absorbed, arrogantly serious;
one curly-haired, wind-blown, gregarious
and gap-toothed. This one's different, looks at you,
at you only, your search-light. Is there danger?
There's always danger. The pipers pack their
sticks and bags, the guitarists click shut the doors
of their cases, the fiddlers raise their bows
precisely together, the lights go up
without your seeing. So this is what they once
called glamour: leave him so much as a ribbon,
your world can age without you. Water rising in the well.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
D Note love letter 5/3/12
D fame,
How are you? It has been wonderful to see so many of your happy faces lately at the D Note. We do love to see you have a good time.
Tonight, Thurs May 3, after trivia, at 9pm, we have the renowned Martin Gilmore leading the bluegrass pick. Bring your axe.
This Friday night at 5pm we have the lovely Esther Sparks. Free. Then at 7pm we have Cowgirl Up, The Duke Street Kings, Bad Brad and The Fat Cats, The Current featuring Tomara Conrad. Get your ya yas out. Only $5.
Saturday at 6pm we have a fun band called Girl Jam at 6pm. $5
Then for Cinco de Mayo celebrations we have two tribute bands, a Santana tribute band called Soul Sacrifice and a War cover band called Cisco Kid. Should be epic. $10
Next Tuesday we have the Big Band Jazz of Bob's Big Band. 7pm. Free.
Then next Wednesday we have a VERY SPECIAL farewell to THE CLAM DADDYS.. The Clam Daddys have been playing the D Note for 8 years! They are taking a well-deserved sabbatical. We hope that everybody who knows and loves the Clams will come see them off in proper style. Free of course.
Next Friday night we're excited to have Something Underground back in the house.
That's the news for now,
D minus,
Extra credit: There's a fantastic new book of fiction by Patrick Grainville called The Cave Of Heaven. It reads like poetry. Here's an excerpt..
"The voluptuousness of charging along the void of the gigantic highway. An asphalt desert drawn out like a boundless back. He felt as though he were inventing the landscape, creating his route solely by pressing the accelerator. Traffic was sparse. He’d chosen an uncrowded weekday and was sliding down this flawless toboggan course, a solid river quivering under the wheels. Now and then, defying the speed limits, he hit 110 MPH. The tensed, crackling vehicle emitted a curious moan, a death chirr. A paradoxical sensation of standing still seized the driver. Space and time contracted in a straight, vibrating line. The glass and metal capsule sustained this climactic velocity. It could all come undone, fly apart at any second. But the machine held up. Simon was thrust back against a sort of compact thrumming wall. He soon thought of nothing. His past evaporated and the panorama escaped his senses. His brain and body, lodged in the metallic pod, quit the realm of existence, entering a hard, atemporal zone. A cannonball purified to an absolute smoothness, shorn of regrets, desires, biographical anecdotes, the continuing saga of duration. Simon was clutched to his eternity. Suddenly, a song sprang from his throat, a cry as if his memory had been slain, crushed under his wheels. A gentleness invaded him. Without slowing down, he relaxed, lightened. And the stripped, ascetic condition of the automobile extended a promise of glory and aridity. He thirsted for a universe without compromise, a bone-dry cosmos in the guise of an enormous solar stone."
How are you? It has been wonderful to see so many of your happy faces lately at the D Note. We do love to see you have a good time.
Tonight, Thurs May 3, after trivia, at 9pm, we have the renowned Martin Gilmore leading the bluegrass pick. Bring your axe.
This Friday night at 5pm we have the lovely Esther Sparks. Free. Then at 7pm we have Cowgirl Up, The Duke Street Kings, Bad Brad and The Fat Cats, The Current featuring Tomara Conrad. Get your ya yas out. Only $5.
Saturday at 6pm we have a fun band called Girl Jam at 6pm. $5
Then for Cinco de Mayo celebrations we have two tribute bands, a Santana tribute band called Soul Sacrifice and a War cover band called Cisco Kid. Should be epic. $10
Next Tuesday we have the Big Band Jazz of Bob's Big Band. 7pm. Free.
Then next Wednesday we have a VERY SPECIAL farewell to THE CLAM DADDYS.. The Clam Daddys have been playing the D Note for 8 years! They are taking a well-deserved sabbatical. We hope that everybody who knows and loves the Clams will come see them off in proper style. Free of course.
Next Friday night we're excited to have Something Underground back in the house.
That's the news for now,
D minus,
Extra credit: There's a fantastic new book of fiction by Patrick Grainville called The Cave Of Heaven. It reads like poetry. Here's an excerpt..
"The voluptuousness of charging along the void of the gigantic highway. An asphalt desert drawn out like a boundless back. He felt as though he were inventing the landscape, creating his route solely by pressing the accelerator. Traffic was sparse. He’d chosen an uncrowded weekday and was sliding down this flawless toboggan course, a solid river quivering under the wheels. Now and then, defying the speed limits, he hit 110 MPH. The tensed, crackling vehicle emitted a curious moan, a death chirr. A paradoxical sensation of standing still seized the driver. Space and time contracted in a straight, vibrating line. The glass and metal capsule sustained this climactic velocity. It could all come undone, fly apart at any second. But the machine held up. Simon was thrust back against a sort of compact thrumming wall. He soon thought of nothing. His past evaporated and the panorama escaped his senses. His brain and body, lodged in the metallic pod, quit the realm of existence, entering a hard, atemporal zone. A cannonball purified to an absolute smoothness, shorn of regrets, desires, biographical anecdotes, the continuing saga of duration. Simon was clutched to his eternity. Suddenly, a song sprang from his throat, a cry as if his memory had been slain, crushed under his wheels. A gentleness invaded him. Without slowing down, he relaxed, lightened. And the stripped, ascetic condition of the automobile extended a promise of glory and aridity. He thirsted for a universe without compromise, a bone-dry cosmos in the guise of an enormous solar stone."
Thursday, April 26, 2012
D Note love letter 4/26/12
D motion,
There is much we are excited about this weekend. The African music and dance Saturday afternoon is going to be awesome. If that won't lift your spirit, we worry about you. Then there's THE BAD FAERIE BALL/ BELTANE W/ Angus Mohr Saturday night! How often to you get an invitation to dress up as a bad faerie and dance to epic highlands rock and roll? Take advantage! Reverb and the Verse is playing tonight, Thursday, April 26, and they are super duper uper good local hip hop. And it's free! Also, heads up, there is going to be a Santana tribute band playing with a War tribute band next Saturday for Cinco De Mayo.
For the rest of the scoop go to www.dnote.us
Love to you and yours,
D mote
Extra Credit: By request, here's a poem by Adam D. (Thanks Keriba and Rebecca)
Music For My Child
"I have seen it. What? Eternity.
It is the sun matched by the sea."
--Arthur Rimbaud
1.
Somewhere inside the rainbow
meant Rimbaud; the spectrum
of color caused by the sun matching
the sea, physics that you can trace.
The mathematics are lost in the lattice work,
in the infinite order upon chaos,
where every opposite is a compliment.
Think of the way the sea water evaporates
in the sun and recycles itself in the atmosphere,
and conversely, the way the heat of the sun
is cooled by the sea and sprouts life,
the endless showdown where the two meet,
here, where life begins, where any two meet,
where all difference becomes one,
the paradoxes never ending, always begun
again where the out breath meets the in.
The sun matched by the sea. I imagine
myself there, where the two meet,
where the cool meets the heat,
the wet and dry coming together,
the feeling of that frisson
starting from a singular point of thought
and then spread instantly out over the wide sea.
It reminds me of the feeling I get
when a cool breeze caresses my skin
on a hot day, that perfect synergy,
except spread out wide
over the massive surface of the sea. All that
push and pull of drying up
and wetting down
is where the magic happens,
the perpetual motion machine out of which life
comes, a factory of life made of nothing but sun
and sea, the life, the living, all desire for living,
comes out of Thee, This, That, comes out of It,
the Mother and Father, this back and forth,
eternally, from external to internal, in to out.
2.
Then there's where the sun matches the sea
in the evening, via the moon, the sun reflected
in the moon reflecting on the water, the moon glade,
the shine of day upon night, reflected obliquely,
just as, inversely, the shadow makes a little
night in day, just as, likewise, good always comes
from bad, bad from good, up from down,
etcetera, this and that chasing each other around.
We rolled around and had a ball.
"It's kept together moving all around."
3.
Shoot for the ball of clay.
Roam time and space
with your mega-zoom telescope
until you have known the woman
on the moon, golden,
her mouth
half open
in ecstacy
like Teresa of Avalon,
or Marilyn Monroe,
a moon crater for a mole,
caught halfway between
the sun and shadow,
in the crepusculer joy of union.
(Say it in Spanish and crepuscular sounds
more like herself; crepusculario.)
The dusk chasing his sister dawn,
like the two lovers on Keat's Urn.
Then magic hour turns into the witching hour;
the phantom light is caught in a photograph
on a southern Missouri night;
like underwater light,
wavery and wet,
flickering like candlelight,
in the glow of which everyone becomes
suddenly themselves, and everything else
becomes a blend of everything else.
The music here is bewitching,
the rhythm takes you with it,
the rhythm is all of you, all of it.
4.
Until we arrive at a future star,
a dream, around which all of the planets
dance. The music of the spheres
entrance the occupants there
like the relief of gravity does here,
so that there is no choice but to dance.
Already in language there is music,
but what if language was pure music?
the music of becoming, as if communication
were eradicated except for the choir, become
a gem-like flame of communion. That is
what I want for you, a place where every word
is sung, every step danced, everyone both with
and alone, until, as a poet once predicted,
you can no longer tell the dancer from the dance,
the singer from the song.
It would sound like this...
5.
What Jonah said,
"Please lift my withered friend."
What Max said,
"Here is you."
What Piper said,
"Don't throw away the good luck of being human."
What Miranda said,
"also a superhero."
What Diane said,
"See to business."
What Kate said,
"I'm moving in spirals to dust off the world."
What Kate said,
"Love is supposed to be something sacred."
What Peter said,
"For those willing to listen, this one is for you."
What Mary said,
"Never open bottles of love potion with your teeth."
What I didn't say.
It would sound like this...
Thursday, April 19, 2012
4/19 update
= D
Heyeye,
Tonight, Thursday 4/19, after trivia, we get all 80s funky with a band called Youthineyes. So Walk Like an Egyptian, Micky, dressed in Black Velvet with your 99 Balloons, because We Are Family and we're going to Party like 1999 was the future tonight. $5
This Friday night, 4/20, we start at 6:30pm with Synergy and The Guests, 2 young rock bands with chops. $5. At 9pm we have the return of Soul Dive. Funk Jam Fun. $5. Then at 10:30pm we have Angwish (pop punk w/ psychedelic edge, from NC). $5. Then at 11:30ish we have DJ 4/20 Blackbirds.
Saturday at 4p we have even more of that tasty eighties music as the Music Train Family Concert Series presents: Raising Cain (80's Rock) $7 adults/ $3 kids
Then 7pm Saturday we go all Bob Dylan. Being Dylan fans we are always excited for this night. POSTCARDS OF THE HANGING perform an evening of BOB DYLAN with SPECIAL GUESTS $5
Sunday at 1pm we have the return of The Teaching, from Seattle. Jeremy Jones the amazing drummer of the The Teaching used to live in Denver and his shows at the D Note are always off the hook. Straight ahead hot blooded jazz. $10
Next Saturday we have African music and dance in the afternoon and A Bad Faeries Ball w/ Angus Mohr in the evening. Make plans.
Look forward to seeing all of your smiling faces
= D,
Extra Credit: Aram Saroyan, son of the famous novelist William Saroyan, developed a form of poetry in the seventies he called electric minimalism. Below are two of our favorite examples.
EYEYE
LIGHGHT
Heyeye,
Tonight, Thursday 4/19, after trivia, we get all 80s funky with a band called Youthineyes. So Walk Like an Egyptian, Micky, dressed in Black Velvet with your 99 Balloons, because We Are Family and we're going to Party like 1999 was the future tonight. $5
This Friday night, 4/20, we start at 6:30pm with Synergy and The Guests, 2 young rock bands with chops. $5. At 9pm we have the return of Soul Dive. Funk Jam Fun. $5. Then at 10:30pm we have Angwish (pop punk w/ psychedelic edge, from NC). $5. Then at 11:30ish we have DJ 4/20 Blackbirds.
Saturday at 4p we have even more of that tasty eighties music as the Music Train Family Concert Series presents: Raising Cain (80's Rock) $7 adults/ $3 kids
Then 7pm Saturday we go all Bob Dylan. Being Dylan fans we are always excited for this night. POSTCARDS OF THE HANGING perform an evening of BOB DYLAN with SPECIAL GUESTS $5
Sunday at 1pm we have the return of The Teaching, from Seattle. Jeremy Jones the amazing drummer of the The Teaching used to live in Denver and his shows at the D Note are always off the hook. Straight ahead hot blooded jazz. $10
Next Saturday we have African music and dance in the afternoon and A Bad Faeries Ball w/ Angus Mohr in the evening. Make plans.
Look forward to seeing all of your smiling faces
= D,
Extra Credit: Aram Saroyan, son of the famous novelist William Saroyan, developed a form of poetry in the seventies he called electric minimalism. Below are two of our favorite examples.
EYEYE
LIGHGHT
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
D Note love letter 4/11/12
D tourists,
We have such good music in store for you coming up this weekend. We almost can't believe it.
First, stop by and listen to the Clamdaddys on Wednesday nights. Or better yet, why not start a chess club? A crochet club? Bring it to Wednesday nights. There is no cover charge and The Clamdaddys' music creates a beautiful atmosphere. There are dance lessons by the incomparable Lark Mervine too, 7-8pm.
This Thursday night after trivia we have a house/dubstep/electro DJ in house named Mosik. $4. Come dance.
Friday night we have Andrew Wynn at 5pm (free), Dave Boyland Band at 7pm ($5). Then at 8:30pm 8th ElemEnt Entertainment presents Nancy Hubanks "Spy vs. Spy" CD Release, including performances by: DJ Mr. Willis, Y-Jay & Fame, Gamer Life, NexKin and special guests. $10 cover, includes CD.
And get a load of the line up on Saturday. We go Celtic to Flamenco to Indian to Afro-cuban all in one day. Whew!
Saturday at 1pm we have Tartan Day Festival Music w/ Skean Dubh (celtic acoustic). $5/ kids under 12 free.
Saturday at 6pm we have a Flamenco Show hosted by Natalia Perez de Villar. (flamenco music and dance) $12
Saturday at 8:30pm Creative Music Works presents Ravish Momin's Tarana. $15/ $9 students. There has been a lot of great press about this show and we're excited for it. Tarana's music uses live electronic beats and programming as the basis of improvisation influenced by jazz, East Indian, and Middle Eastern music. We're honored Creative Music Works is bringing one of their shows to the D Note. We hope there will be more. This will be a deep listening show.
Saturday at 10:30pm we have Rocktin Grove (funk, indie rock, blues, afro-cuban) $5
Next Tuesday will be a VERY cool local show at 7pm with Paul Dehaven (Eye and the Arrow/ Paper Bird), the Rorey Carol band, Birds Of A Feather (bluegrass) $5 suggested donation.
Next Thursday night we have the eighties retro tunes of Youthineyes.
Next Saturday we celebrate Dylan's B day w/ Postcards From A Hanging.
We are looking for a good idea for a regular event to bring in on Tuesday nights. If you have a good idea for this, please let us know.
Yours,
D baser
Extra credit: Here are a couple of terrific poems for you this week by Eduardo C. Corral...
In Colorado My Father Scoured and Stacked Dishes
in a Tex-Mex restaurant. His co-workers,
unable to utter his name, renamed him Jalapeño.
If I ask for a goldfish, he spits a glob of phlegm
into a jar of water. The silver letters
on his black belt spell Sangrón. Once, borracho,
at dinner, he said: Jesus wasn't a snowman.
Arriba Durango. Arriba Orizaba. Packed
into a car trunk, he was smuggled into the States.
Frijolero. Greaser. In Tucson he branded
cattle. He slept in a stable. The horse blankets
oddly fragrant: wood smoke, lilac. He's an illegal.
I'm an Illegal-American. Once, in a grove
of saguaro, at dusk, I slept next to him. I woke
with his thumb in my mouth. ¿No qué no
tronabas pistolita? He learned English
by listening to the radio. The first four words
he memorized: In God We Trust. The fifth:
Percolate. Again and again I borrow his clothes.
He calls me Scarecrow. In Oregon he picked apples.
Braeburn. Jonagold. Cameo. Nightly,
to entertain his cuates, around a campfire,
he strummed a guitarra, sang corridos. Arriba
Durango. Arriba Orizaba. Packed into
a car trunk, he was smuggled into the States.
Greaser. Beaner. Once, borracho, at breakfast,
he said: The heart can only be broken
once, like a window. ¡No mames! His favorite
belt buckle: an águila perched on a nopal.
If he laughs out loud, his hands tremble.
Bugs Bunny wants to deport him. César Chávez
wants to deport him. When I walk through
the desert, I wear his shirt. The gaze of the moon
stitches the buttons of his shirt to my skin.
The snake hisses. The snake is torn.
Self-Portrait with Tumbling and Lasso
I'm drumroll and voyeur.
I'm watermark
and fable. I'm weaving
the snarls
of a wolf through my hair
like ribbon. At my feet,
chisels
and jigsaws. I'm
performing
an autopsy on my shadow.
My rib cage a wall.
My heart
a crack in a wall,
a foothold. I'm tumbling
upward:
a French acrobat. I'm judder
and effigy.
I'm pompadour
and splendid. I'm spinning
on a spit, split
in half.
An apple
in my mouth. I know
what Eve
didn't know: a serpent
is a fruit eaten to the core. I'm
a massacre
of the dreamers,
a terra cotta soldier
waiting for
his emperor's return.
When I bow,
a black fish leaps
from the small of my back.
I catch it.
I tear it apart. I fix
the scales
to my lips.
Every word I utter
is opalescent. I'm skinned
and Orphic.
I'm scarlet
and threshold. At my touch,
a piano
melts like a slab
of black ice. I'm
steam rising,
dissipating. I'm a ghost undressing.
I'm a cowboy
riding bareback.
My soul is
whirling
above my head like a lasso.
My right hand a pistol.
My left
automatic. I'm knocking
on every door.
I'm coming on strong,
like a missionary.
I'm kicking back
my legs, like a mule. I'm kicking up
my legs, like
a showgirl.
We have such good music in store for you coming up this weekend. We almost can't believe it.
First, stop by and listen to the Clamdaddys on Wednesday nights. Or better yet, why not start a chess club? A crochet club? Bring it to Wednesday nights. There is no cover charge and The Clamdaddys' music creates a beautiful atmosphere. There are dance lessons by the incomparable Lark Mervine too, 7-8pm.
This Thursday night after trivia we have a house/dubstep/electro DJ in house named Mosik. $4. Come dance.
Friday night we have Andrew Wynn at 5pm (free), Dave Boyland Band at 7pm ($5). Then at 8:30pm 8th ElemEnt Entertainment presents Nancy Hubanks "Spy vs. Spy" CD Release, including performances by: DJ Mr. Willis, Y-Jay & Fame, Gamer Life, NexKin and special guests. $10 cover, includes CD.
And get a load of the line up on Saturday. We go Celtic to Flamenco to Indian to Afro-cuban all in one day. Whew!
Saturday at 1pm we have Tartan Day Festival Music w/ Skean Dubh (celtic acoustic). $5/ kids under 12 free.
Saturday at 6pm we have a Flamenco Show hosted by Natalia Perez de Villar. (flamenco music and dance) $12
Saturday at 8:30pm Creative Music Works presents Ravish Momin's Tarana. $15/ $9 students. There has been a lot of great press about this show and we're excited for it. Tarana's music uses live electronic beats and programming as the basis of improvisation influenced by jazz, East Indian, and Middle Eastern music. We're honored Creative Music Works is bringing one of their shows to the D Note. We hope there will be more. This will be a deep listening show.
Saturday at 10:30pm we have Rocktin Grove (funk, indie rock, blues, afro-cuban) $5
Next Tuesday will be a VERY cool local show at 7pm with Paul Dehaven (Eye and the Arrow/ Paper Bird), the Rorey Carol band, Birds Of A Feather (bluegrass) $5 suggested donation.
Next Thursday night we have the eighties retro tunes of Youthineyes.
Next Saturday we celebrate Dylan's B day w/ Postcards From A Hanging.
We are looking for a good idea for a regular event to bring in on Tuesday nights. If you have a good idea for this, please let us know.
Yours,
D baser
Extra credit: Here are a couple of terrific poems for you this week by Eduardo C. Corral...
In Colorado My Father Scoured and Stacked Dishes
in a Tex-Mex restaurant. His co-workers,
unable to utter his name, renamed him Jalapeño.
If I ask for a goldfish, he spits a glob of phlegm
into a jar of water. The silver letters
on his black belt spell Sangrón. Once, borracho,
at dinner, he said: Jesus wasn't a snowman.
Arriba Durango. Arriba Orizaba. Packed
into a car trunk, he was smuggled into the States.
Frijolero. Greaser. In Tucson he branded
cattle. He slept in a stable. The horse blankets
oddly fragrant: wood smoke, lilac. He's an illegal.
I'm an Illegal-American. Once, in a grove
of saguaro, at dusk, I slept next to him. I woke
with his thumb in my mouth. ¿No qué no
tronabas pistolita? He learned English
by listening to the radio. The first four words
he memorized: In God We Trust. The fifth:
Percolate. Again and again I borrow his clothes.
He calls me Scarecrow. In Oregon he picked apples.
Braeburn. Jonagold. Cameo. Nightly,
to entertain his cuates, around a campfire,
he strummed a guitarra, sang corridos. Arriba
Durango. Arriba Orizaba. Packed into
a car trunk, he was smuggled into the States.
Greaser. Beaner. Once, borracho, at breakfast,
he said: The heart can only be broken
once, like a window. ¡No mames! His favorite
belt buckle: an águila perched on a nopal.
If he laughs out loud, his hands tremble.
Bugs Bunny wants to deport him. César Chávez
wants to deport him. When I walk through
the desert, I wear his shirt. The gaze of the moon
stitches the buttons of his shirt to my skin.
The snake hisses. The snake is torn.
Self-Portrait with Tumbling and Lasso
I'm drumroll and voyeur.
I'm watermark
and fable. I'm weaving
the snarls
of a wolf through my hair
like ribbon. At my feet,
chisels
and jigsaws. I'm
performing
an autopsy on my shadow.
My rib cage a wall.
My heart
a crack in a wall,
a foothold. I'm tumbling
upward:
a French acrobat. I'm judder
and effigy.
I'm pompadour
and splendid. I'm spinning
on a spit, split
in half.
An apple
in my mouth. I know
what Eve
didn't know: a serpent
is a fruit eaten to the core. I'm
a massacre
of the dreamers,
a terra cotta soldier
waiting for
his emperor's return.
When I bow,
a black fish leaps
from the small of my back.
I catch it.
I tear it apart. I fix
the scales
to my lips.
Every word I utter
is opalescent. I'm skinned
and Orphic.
I'm scarlet
and threshold. At my touch,
a piano
melts like a slab
of black ice. I'm
steam rising,
dissipating. I'm a ghost undressing.
I'm a cowboy
riding bareback.
My soul is
whirling
above my head like a lasso.
My right hand a pistol.
My left
automatic. I'm knocking
on every door.
I'm coming on strong,
like a missionary.
I'm kicking back
my legs, like a mule. I'm kicking up
my legs, like
a showgirl.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
D Note love letter plus poem
Dean Otes,
Hello, do you have any extra time for poetry today? If so, be patient, we will get to it. If not, don't forget about it.
Meanwhile, lots of news.
First, let us just say that the bluegrass jam hosted by Martin Gilmore tonight at 9pm will be as harmoniously tasty as the Geeks Who Drink trivia event just preceding it will be hilariously zesty. And it is free. Bring an axe.
Tomorrow night we have the debut of a new band called Rim Of The Well. This new band is extra special to us because it is helmed by one of our musical heroes, Steve Mullins. The style is original flamenco-fusion and features guitar, marimba, violin, and percussion. $12/$10 students. This one will be a fine example of what the D Note is all about.
After Rim Of The Well we have Author Unknown and Bailout. Author Unknown features Mark Sundermeier, the man who books the Toad Tavern. The music can be described as a well wrought pop rock. And Bailout just rocks. $7
Saturday at 1pm we have The Guests, The Fizzy Lifters, Voltage (rock, free).
Saturday at 7pm Phoenix presents our Spring Fling Hafla. Featuring several dance troupes and the neo middle eastern-fusion band Yallah! More fusion! $8 adults/$5 kids under 12
After the Hafla, at 10pm we have the wonderfully deep funk of The Volunteer Funk Department. $5.
Sunday we are closed for Easter festivities until 6pm when we will open for a special salsa featuring the music of DJ Nelson. Only $6 this week, includes a lesson by the amazing Joseph Snowhawk.
Next Tuesday we have a special treat for you called My Old School at 7:30p- A Tribute to the Music of Steely Dan. This event, incredibly, is FREE.
Wow, that's a heck of nice job booking music there, bub. Thanks, not so bad yourself!
D Scribe
Extra Credit: Here's a thought provoking poem by our friend, the wolfman, Filip Marinovich.
Filip Marinovich
WOOD BUTCHER
"We are all damned" the carpenter says
and "I'm a wood butcher"
when I tell him "You're a sculptor"
he says "A year ago at this time
I had surge—
surgery" with
hazel eyes
"surgery to remove a Christ
from my skull
I had dreamed about
since I was twelve."
The fact that Christ was there
without his apostles
explains nothing.
His cradle looked like the Christ
in the Christ of
the Virgin of Megalith
like the Della Robbia blue Virgin of
Asphyxiation
hanging in the
treetop aviary with the Evian
glass bottle wind chimes—
"I always say: if you can stab it and it doesn't bleed
it ain't my work."
If you can stab it and it doesn't bleed
nail a tree to it and nail me to the tree
the cradle I made the cradle I made
for one two three one two three
"Family family family!" on three.
The football team kills the family at kickoff
and the field goal makes it three like baby
it's war
the dead are here and
you don't know how to breathe
for their attendance
you have to attend
here they come
set the table
the cherry table you made
with the cherry wood
it has lights in it
"I only pick the trees that grow out of
the most difficult earth
because it makes them tough
and I want tough trees"
tough trees are me
tough trees are mean
they raise me
I am number one in the tough tree family
the only child in the tough tree
family tree you'll see
isn't that glory
a carpenter
we have to learn how to serve each other
to go under the people who would
put other people down and serve them
and make the good in them happen
and we are damned
to serve
this cradle a glyph a letter
this wood cradle is burning but the baby will
never burn in it.
The baby who will never burn in it
cut the umbilical cord and the telephone cord
with one sword. It's war
Hello, do you have any extra time for poetry today? If so, be patient, we will get to it. If not, don't forget about it.
Meanwhile, lots of news.
First, let us just say that the bluegrass jam hosted by Martin Gilmore tonight at 9pm will be as harmoniously tasty as the Geeks Who Drink trivia event just preceding it will be hilariously zesty. And it is free. Bring an axe.
Tomorrow night we have the debut of a new band called Rim Of The Well. This new band is extra special to us because it is helmed by one of our musical heroes, Steve Mullins. The style is original flamenco-fusion and features guitar, marimba, violin, and percussion. $12/$10 students. This one will be a fine example of what the D Note is all about.
After Rim Of The Well we have Author Unknown and Bailout. Author Unknown features Mark Sundermeier, the man who books the Toad Tavern. The music can be described as a well wrought pop rock. And Bailout just rocks. $7
Saturday at 1pm we have The Guests, The Fizzy Lifters, Voltage (rock, free).
Saturday at 7pm Phoenix presents our Spring Fling Hafla. Featuring several dance troupes and the neo middle eastern-fusion band Yallah! More fusion! $8 adults/$5 kids under 12
After the Hafla, at 10pm we have the wonderfully deep funk of The Volunteer Funk Department. $5.
Sunday we are closed for Easter festivities until 6pm when we will open for a special salsa featuring the music of DJ Nelson. Only $6 this week, includes a lesson by the amazing Joseph Snowhawk.
Next Tuesday we have a special treat for you called My Old School at 7:30p- A Tribute to the Music of Steely Dan. This event, incredibly, is FREE.
Wow, that's a heck of nice job booking music there, bub. Thanks, not so bad yourself!
D Scribe
Extra Credit: Here's a thought provoking poem by our friend, the wolfman, Filip Marinovich.
Filip Marinovich
WOOD BUTCHER
"We are all damned" the carpenter says
and "I'm a wood butcher"
when I tell him "You're a sculptor"
he says "A year ago at this time
I had surge—
surgery" with
hazel eyes
"surgery to remove a Christ
from my skull
I had dreamed about
since I was twelve."
The fact that Christ was there
without his apostles
explains nothing.
His cradle looked like the Christ
in the Christ of
the Virgin of Megalith
like the Della Robbia blue Virgin of
Asphyxiation
hanging in the
treetop aviary with the Evian
glass bottle wind chimes—
"I always say: if you can stab it and it doesn't bleed
it ain't my work."
If you can stab it and it doesn't bleed
nail a tree to it and nail me to the tree
the cradle I made the cradle I made
for one two three one two three
"Family family family!" on three.
The football team kills the family at kickoff
and the field goal makes it three like baby
it's war
the dead are here and
you don't know how to breathe
for their attendance
you have to attend
here they come
set the table
the cherry table you made
with the cherry wood
it has lights in it
"I only pick the trees that grow out of
the most difficult earth
because it makes them tough
and I want tough trees"
tough trees are me
tough trees are mean
they raise me
I am number one in the tough tree family
the only child in the tough tree
family tree you'll see
isn't that glory
a carpenter
we have to learn how to serve each other
to go under the people who would
put other people down and serve them
and make the good in them happen
and we are damned
to serve
this cradle a glyph a letter
this wood cradle is burning but the baby will
never burn in it.
The baby who will never burn in it
cut the umbilical cord and the telephone cord
with one sword. It's war
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