mid January, oh nine

D finery,

The snows came and we began dreaming of a holiday in Hawaii, or maybe Jamaica. But since we can't move the D Note to Hawaii, or Jamaica, then we will just have to bring them to the D Note. This Thursday night we have a Hawaiin style jam called a Kani Ka Pila from 6-8pm. Bring the keiki (kids) and your ukulele for Hawaiian music, hula & good times. This is put on by the Pi'ilani Hawaiian Civic Club of Colorado and they say Ho'olu komo la kaua! (Please Join Us.) Then at 8pm we'll take a quick jaunt over to Jamaica with Lion Vibes. Great band and we feel privileged to have them back. $7.

Saturday day we've got January's Music Train family concert featuring Dr. Noize at 4pm. $7. Then at 7pm we have another local favorite, FACE, acapella rock and roll at 7pm. $12. We recommend getting there early to get a seat. Then, batting cleanup, The Duke Street Kings will knock it out of the park with some good old fashioned rock and roll at 9:30pm. $5.

Next Tuesday night starting at 5pm we are having an inauguration party sponsored by PeaceJam, our favorite local world saving organization. The debate and election results party they threw at the D Note were off the hook heartwarming so come join us in D town hall. At 9pm we'll play Z Trips Obama mix for anyone who wants to stay around and dance.

Also heads up. We're very excited about a super cool show happening next Friday. There is a new collective in town called Long Spoon and featuring the likes of Paper Bird, Ian Cooke, Doo Crowder, Laura Goldhamer, New Denver Orchestra and Layden Bryant, ALL of whom will be performing. Wowsers! So mark your calendar for one of the most beautiful nights of the new year so far anywhere. $10

Grazie,

D vinci

Extra Credit: One of our favorite poets, Frank O'hara, got a great posthumous boost when one of his poems was featured on the acclaimed TV show Mad Men. Over a montage runs Don Draper's voiceover reading the following passage of O'Hara's poem "Mayakovsky":

Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.

The country is grey and
brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter
always diminishing, less funny
not just darker, not just grey.

It may be the coldest day of
the year, what does he think of
that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,
perhaps I am myself again.