early September, ought eight

Dpac Shakur,

You feel alright? You feel alright? let me hear you say YEAH! Let me hear you say YEAH!

No? Yes? Either way come on out to your friendly D Note. A good time would be this Friday at 6pm as we have an artist reception for Bruce Campbell with live music by the Joseph Barton Trio. We've had some great art shows, but the way this one fits the contours and vibe and even colors of the D Note is especially uncanny. We're lucky to get this artist and had to plead with him for years to get him in. He's is the featured artist in this month's Southwest Magazine. He's doing a large scale sculpture at C.U. and for next year's Bonnaroo Festival. In other words, he's hot. We hope you come out and meet him. The artwork itself is a good deal too, about half what it would be in his gallery in Taos and a good investment considering Bruce's rising star. After the reception, at 8pm, The Jagtones will play the dance tunes you grew up with. $5.

Saturday and Sunday is the harvest festival. We've got music all day, including Wonderlic, Josh Queen, George Christianson, Kit Simon, Kate Laroux, Aden Harrell, Ryan Macpherson and more. Free.

At 8:30pm Saturday we have the heavy dance vibe of Zydeco royalty Dwight Carrier . There will be a lesson at 8:30pm and the band starts around 9pm. $10.

And tonight, Thursday Sept. 4, there is a cool show with Brent Loveday from Reno Divorce and a new band on the scene called Eleanor. 7:30pm, $5. Both links are well worth checking out.

There will be at least 36 hours worth of live music at the D Note in the next 4 days. Plus killer pizza. What more could you want?

If you get a chance please vote for us to make Denver's 7 A-list.

Peace in,

Biggie D

Extra Credit: A special gift of some words from Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself" for all our friends.

Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?
I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contain'd between my hat and boots,
And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good,
The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.
I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth,
I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself,
(They do not know how immortal, but I know.)
Every kind for itself and its own, for me mine male and female,
For me those that have been boys and that love women,
For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted,
For me the sweet-heart and the old maid, for me mothers and the mothers of mothers,
For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears,
For me children and the begetters of children.
Undrape! you are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded,
I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no,
And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.