D Note love letter 8/23/12

D rails,

We trust you are well and good, even awesome, or at least on your way to getting there.

This week we want to give a shout out to Kevin Shultz who has been doing an amazing job running the operations over the last few months. When our last manager resigned Kevin showed great initiative and has really taken on taking care of the place, which the place truly appreciates. Thanks Kevin. Next time you see him at the D Note, give him proper props.

Here's the line up of the weekend.

24 [5:00p] Trout Unlimited Benefit w/ Rough Satin (jazz) 5pm and Big Universe (cover dance) 7pm. $5-10 donation [9:30p] Dikki Du and The Zydeco Crew $10

25 [10:30a] Zumba $8 [12:00p] Mushroom Mountain Band Reunion [4:00p] Sentimental Sounds Big Band $5 [7:30p] Current Youth (and friends) $5 (funk, rock and roll)

Trout Unlimited does a great job of helping keep the rivers of Colorado clean, so come help support those guys. Then after Big Universe plays for Trout Unlimited we have Dikki Du, son of late Zydeco legend Roy Carrier, and he is always super fun for dancing. Serenade In Blue Big band on Saturday (I know we have some fans of Big Band out there.) Then Current Youth is also a really fun band. Last time they were at the D Note they opened for Bop Skizzum and were great.

Next Tuesday we have a band sitting in for Farm Jazz. They are an R&B horn band called Doug Jackson and The Chosen Few and "they are pretty good!" says our inside man, Jax Delaguerre. Then next Tuesday at 7p we have Henrikson's Amp Presents Great Jazz Guitar. Free, followed by Trevor Christianson on Piano and Discount Cinema (garage rock).

There's the news in a nutshell,

D squirrel

Extra Credit: Here's a Rilke poem that will certainly speak to at least one of you.

Onto A Vast Plain

You are not surprised at the force of the storm—
you have seen it growing.
The trees flee. Their flight
sets the boulevards streaming. And you know:
he whom they flee is the one
you move toward. All your senses
sing him, as you stand at the window.

The weeks stood still in summer.
The trees' blood rose. Now you feel
it wants to sink back
into the source of everything. You thought
you could trust that power
when you plucked the fruit:
now it becomes a riddle again
and you again a stranger.

Summer was like your house: you know
where each thing stood.
Now you must go out into your heart
as onto a vast plain. Now
the immense loneliness begins.

The days go numb, the wind
sucks the world from your senses like withered leaves.

Through the empty branches the sky remains.
It is what you have.
Be earth now, and evensong.
Be the ground lying under that sky.
Be modest now, like a thing
ripened until it is real,
so that he who began it all
can feel you when he reaches for you.

Book of Hours, II 1