- Hardcover: 240 pages
- Publisher: Grove Press (July 12, 2016)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 0802125816
Friday, September 30, 2016
Thursday, September 29, 2016
Vintage Theatre presents Stella and Lou
Vintage Theatre presents
Stella and Lou
By Bruce Graham
Directed by Lorraine Scott
October 28 – November 27, 2016
Vintage Theatre presents "Stella and Lou"
October 28 through November 27 at Vintage Theatre, 1468 Dayton St.,
Aurora 80010. Performances are Fridays and Saturdays at 7:30 p.m.;
Sundays at 2:30 p.m. Tickets are $22 - $30 and available online at
www.vintagetheatre.org or by calling 303-856-7830. Group discounts for
6+ are available.
Lou
is just about to close up his bar for the night when Stella, one of his
favorite regulars, walks in. The two friends are sharing their usual
comfortable conversation, when Stella suddenly reveals an unexpected
surprise and even more startling suggestion. As the two deal with the
difficult decisions they now face, they reflect on their pasts and look
ahead to the future. From the author of The Outgoing Tide comes an
intimate exploration of friendship, forgiveness, and the longing for
companionship that grows with the passage of time.
Director Lorraine Scott has cast Emma Messenger as Stella, Chris Kendall as Lou and Peter Marullo as Donnie.
Bruce Graham began his career as a playwright at the Philadelphia Festival Theatre for New Plays (PFT) in 1984 with Burkie.
Graham became playwright-in-residence at PFT and later served two years
as Artistic Director. He has received grants from the Pew Foundation,
the Rockefeller Foundation, and was a past winner of the Princess Grace
Foundation Statuette. The Edgerton Foundation supported his most recent
work, White Guy on the Bus. He won the Rosenthal Prize for Coyote on a Fence. He has won consecutive Barrymore Awards for Best New Play (Something Intangible and Any Given Monday) and Chicago’s Jefferson Award for The Outgoing Tide. He is the first American playwright to be invited two years in a row to the Galway Arts Festival, which produced The Outgoing Tide and Stella and Lou. An ex-high school teacher, Graham still teaches playwriting and film courses at Drexel University.
Vintage Theatre presents
"Stella and Lou"
Oct. 28 - Nov. 27
A second chance at love is still possible, even for two people with a lot of miles on them.
Fri/Sat at 7:30 p.m.; Sun at 2:30 p.m
$22 - $30
303-856-7830 or www.vintagetheatre.org
Vintage Theatre, 1468 Dayton St., Aurora 80010
Approximate run time is 75 minutes with no intermission
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Monday, September 26, 2016
Sand & Sage Motel Sign
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Friday, September 23, 2016
The Voyeur's Motel by Gay Talese
On January 7, 1980, in the run-up to the publication of his landmark bestseller Thy Neighbor’s Wife,
Gay Talese received an anonymous letter from a man in Colorado. “Since
learning of your long awaited study of coast-to-coast sex in America,”
the letter began, “I feel I have important information that I could
contribute to its contents or to contents of a future book.” The man
went on to tell Talese an astonishing secret, that he had bought the Manor House Motel on Colfax Avenue to satisfy his voyeuristic desires. He had built an attic “observation
platform,” fitted with vents, through which he could peer down on his
unwitting guests.
Unsure what to make of this confession, Talese traveled to Colorado where he met the man—Gerald Foos—verified his story in person, and read some of his extensive journals, a secret record of America’s changing social and sexual mores. But because Foos insisted on remaining anonymous, Talese filed his reporting away, assuming the story would remain untold. Now, after thirty-five years, he’s ready to go public and Talese can finally tell his story. The Voyeur’s Motel is an extraordinary work of narrative journalism, and one of the most talked about books of the year.
Unsure what to make of this confession, Talese traveled to Colorado where he met the man—Gerald Foos—verified his story in person, and read some of his extensive journals, a secret record of America’s changing social and sexual mores. But because Foos insisted on remaining anonymous, Talese filed his reporting away, assuming the story would remain untold. Now, after thirty-five years, he’s ready to go public and Talese can finally tell his story. The Voyeur’s Motel is an extraordinary work of narrative journalism, and one of the most talked about books of the year.
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Thursday, September 22, 2016
A Very Curious Viewer
There is a very curious viewer at the corner of Colfax Ave. and Bannock Street... (Photos by Mark Neitro)
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Heard On Colfax: Down with The Up
Submitted anonymously by e-mail--"I
woke up sometime mid-day, and I remember saying something like, “I
think we need some more alcohol.” Tara dropped me and dick off uptown.
We knocked on the apartment door of the previous couch we had been
crashing on. From what I remember, nobody was home. The residents were
at their respective division of labor. Un-phased, we ventured the alleys
of east Colfax. We were searching for the next event. Our status set
bequested homelessness. I found a sub sandwich in a dumpster, and Dick
found a pair of shoes on someone’s porch. Previously his feet were bare
ass naked. We deviated from the generalised other by walking around
drunk in public. The following events of the night support the labeling
theory; we were doing nothing wrong, but some people were responding to
our actions. Our social construction of reality was altered when we
encountered some hippies. We thought, perhaps, we shared the same
beliefs, but after we asked them where we could find some
methamphetamines, we realized that they were an out-group, or to say,
they were not “down with the up.” And they went inside to smoke weed or
braid dreads or whatever hippies do and kicked us off of their porch.
That primary group went along their way and we went on ours."
"Show us your booze!" neither man nor woman appreciates to hear this statement. We are not sexist. We are alcoholics. To Argonaut’s we went. The utilitarian organization I was a member of at the time gave me an opportunity to support the control theory, but my attachments and involvement were at a minimum wage if not downright normative. The next few, or until it grew dark, contained no intentional presentations of self for us. We just drank and walked, and we talked and laughed. The language grew to be more nonverbal communication as we began to lose motor functions, and a simple shrug or spit was enough for us guys to understand each other. The social control may have been taking the night off because neither of us can recall the rest of that first bottle of the day, but we still could not find any tweek.
I must have woken up again somewhere in mid-step and fulfilled my role. Luckily, we were passing an Asian liquor store on Colfax, and we were both both exacting instrumental leadership. Apparently, I come to, if only slightly, just in time to buy another 1.75 litres of whiskey or vodka to keep us as drunk, and Dick waited outside socialising with all the crackheads walking up and down the sidewalks. Perhaps they would know how to get us high. A dramaturgical analysis would prove our personalities strengthened our organic solidarity, or at least I would like to think so, as long as we bothmaintained a certain level of innebriation and remained intoxicated. And do not think that we never took shots of mouthwash when therewas no other alternative to achieve this goal. Well, with a fresh handle and a handful of twenties, Dick leans to me and beckons me to follow the crackheads. Now I do not want to projectively label them, but we definitely wer not using expressive leadership at this this point in the evening. It is dark by this time, and we are following some crackheads!!! And to god knows where. Back to the alleys we go. He motions for my cash, with little questions of his own. “Sixty bucks, can you get some ice? Shardy Party!” “Yea yeah.” Hesitation becomes me, but alcohol swathes my thoughts. So, we wait with his buddies making wasted small talk until he gets back, seemingly very quickly. He hands me a rock, I get pissed, and we all start walking. “This is not what I paid for!” “What you talking that flip flap jacka?! You best be wearin’ a diaper on yo’ head the way poop be flyin’ out yo’ mouth!” Outnumbered; 5 crackheads to 2 drunks, we load his pipe in the alley behind some building, and him and his buddies get high,but since I paid for it, Dick and I take at least one good rip. “Shit, they know we’re high.” And we are off againback to Colfax. I can not see how far away it is, can not tell how fast I am walking or stumbling or if that bottle is still in my hands. Scene.
I may have been on a sensorimotor level because all I could do was go, plus I was still upset that they bought that crap with my money. When Dick and I become pre-operational, we suggest asking someone else. There is obviously drugs out here, why should we not be able to find what we want? We do not become concrete operational until after being ripped off two more times in a row. We are persistent, determined, and loaded. To be honest, I do not know how we ended up in the next situation, but we followed another secondary group to an apartment building laundry room. There, we drank and talked and waited; hoping that this time I would get what I wanted to get while almost forgetting what we were doing there at that palce with those people at that time. Oh, I still have a bottle. Let us all enjoy the benefits of it. I have no idea what Dick is doing or saying at this point, but I am sharing my cheap whiskey with Big Black next to me. Getting impatient, I ask, “When is that ish coming?” they were not a primary group, they were doing business and/or fiding their own fix. After he snaps at me and assures me what I want and how much of it I paid for is coming. It is on the way. Back to the drink.
Now, I am aware that so far we do not portray the conventional or traditional hero, but if I promise that if you were drunk with us, that you would have just as much excitement. I found that if we are around someone who is sober, then they will either end up stressed, annoyed, pissed, or possibly arrested, but that could happen anyway if you do not know how to escape a 10 story building from the 10th floor when the cops are knocking down the door. I digress.
“Hey , know any party tricks?” Takes a shot, hits the pipe, hard, and then takes another shot to chase the first shot and toke. He smiles while swallowing the whiskey and blowing out the smoke. Every time that I look to see what Dick is doing he look shappy and in the middle of a conversation while standing next to someone else who is smoking half of what I bought. So, I want to try that party maneuver. I take the shot. I hit the pipe. “Pull it, pull it!” I hit that pipe so hard it is glowing red and almost burns me, but I must take another shot to finish the move. Swallow. Breathe. Head rush. Oh, I forgot to mention that they did not get what I wanted, to my dismay, he brought back more crack.
So, let us see here; Dick layed down a huge fresh turd on the laundry room floor, he got choked out by Big Black so hard that it left scabs of his finger prints, I tried to break it up passively because he was huge and high, I picked up the poop with my gloved fingers and threw it outside so the problem could be relenquished, and Big Black said,” be more like yo’ friend here, man, chill man.” At one point I recall it getting to be loud, seemingly, or I was paranoid, but we had to get the fuh out of there. We ended up leaving with him. Dick is singing a popular hit on the R&B radio station, the name of which I can not recall now. It did have the word “bitch” in it though, because Dick kept reciting it while we were walking to “not”get ripped off again, and it was upsetting Big Black because he was a feminist or something. Aside from the choking, he seemed like such a nice fellow. He turned out to be gay. We really should have been paying more or any attention to where he was taking us; we just kept walking. I do remember him leaning over to me occasionally and whispering something like, “you want some dick?” He must not have known that I was already with my friend Dick, and-oh, wait he wanted to engage in sexual relations with me.
Well, after a while of walking in circles we end up on the side of some house. He offers to go upstairs for us because the dealers do not enjoy people to be there besides him I suppose. I told him that sounds great, and I will go too. He was not having it. My curiosity was coming over me, and I inquired about the “Big Black” myth. “Is it true?” He pulled it out of his pants and set it in my hand. I weighed it. It was big, black, flacid, and warm. Dick is fast asleep by this point. On the side of the house was an extended platform, and he looked rather comfortable. I do not know how he was able to sleep after all that, but as I am trying to figure this out I suddenly realize that now my fallus is in his hands because he wanted to seen mine too. He was trying to make it get bigger. I told him to stop and go get that stuff I wanted and to hurry up with it too.
Wow, I must be high, or still really drunk. Both. I can not tell. A few moments of deliberating what just happened and how we got to where we were, I realised I just got ripped off again. Enfuriated, I wake up Dick and give him the bottle and tell him that we are going. He is ultra confused because of all the chemicals in his head on top of waking life. I knew we were walking in circles because we were only one block away from where we started after all of that. We head to the corner to use the crosswalk, and we begin talking to a bum, and Dick drops the bottle. This is one reason for the cheap booze. It comes in a palstic bottle. After that shatters all over the sidewalk, I can barely contain my rage and I cross to the north side of the street.
A few moments pass, and I am involved in a conversation with a bum named Spike. He seems rather optimistic and full of life. This is very refreshing. Dick comes up to me and introduces a white guy to me who claimns he can get the speed. I figure we got ripped off twice by blacks, so let us then try a white person. Why not? If this does not work, I give up.
I gave him my cash and we follow him to the door of a door no the next block right across the street from the Bluebird, and he goes inside. We wait outside and attemp to begin conversations with the passerbys. The doorman thinks of this as harassment and kicks us out of the front of the building. He then gives me the great idea of goingin after the drugee through the back door. Just my luck, it is unlocked. I step in and begin looking for his face. The doorman sees me before I see who I am looking for. “Are you kidding me?!” He grabs me and bounces me outside. All of the rage I let go earlier flooded back into my eyes; I wanted my money and my drugs. He and a couple of others are down for this fight because it probably seems easy for them. I am also accepting of the challenge. We rumble for a minute before I get bored and decide to find where Dick went. He was just conversing with everyone on the side of the Bluebird. I sit down next to him and my temper festers. I look down and find that my pinkie finger is broken. I decide to go back to try and fight them again. Why? I can not say. No luck there. Ripped off again, and for the last time. The first appearance of the U.S. criminal justice system strolls down the sidewalk and tells us to stop loitering. He may or may not have seen what occurred at the bar across the street. I will never know.
Everyone whom we told of the events of this and many other nights like this, holds a stigma for us and our values, but there is a moral to this story. The ethnomethodology and circumstances of our findings are incredible and rare to witness first hand unless actively engaged in such adventures. Word to the wise; do not ask anyone for meth in Denver, especially on the streets or in public. You will piss them off, get in a fight, get crack, get choked out, get ripped off and get whacked off, but you will not get methamphetamines.
"Show us your booze!" neither man nor woman appreciates to hear this statement. We are not sexist. We are alcoholics. To Argonaut’s we went. The utilitarian organization I was a member of at the time gave me an opportunity to support the control theory, but my attachments and involvement were at a minimum wage if not downright normative. The next few, or until it grew dark, contained no intentional presentations of self for us. We just drank and walked, and we talked and laughed. The language grew to be more nonverbal communication as we began to lose motor functions, and a simple shrug or spit was enough for us guys to understand each other. The social control may have been taking the night off because neither of us can recall the rest of that first bottle of the day, but we still could not find any tweek.
I must have woken up again somewhere in mid-step and fulfilled my role. Luckily, we were passing an Asian liquor store on Colfax, and we were both both exacting instrumental leadership. Apparently, I come to, if only slightly, just in time to buy another 1.75 litres of whiskey or vodka to keep us as drunk, and Dick waited outside socialising with all the crackheads walking up and down the sidewalks. Perhaps they would know how to get us high. A dramaturgical analysis would prove our personalities strengthened our organic solidarity, or at least I would like to think so, as long as we bothmaintained a certain level of innebriation and remained intoxicated. And do not think that we never took shots of mouthwash when therewas no other alternative to achieve this goal. Well, with a fresh handle and a handful of twenties, Dick leans to me and beckons me to follow the crackheads. Now I do not want to projectively label them, but we definitely wer not using expressive leadership at this this point in the evening. It is dark by this time, and we are following some crackheads!!! And to god knows where. Back to the alleys we go. He motions for my cash, with little questions of his own. “Sixty bucks, can you get some ice? Shardy Party!” “Yea yeah.” Hesitation becomes me, but alcohol swathes my thoughts. So, we wait with his buddies making wasted small talk until he gets back, seemingly very quickly. He hands me a rock, I get pissed, and we all start walking. “This is not what I paid for!” “What you talking that flip flap jacka?! You best be wearin’ a diaper on yo’ head the way poop be flyin’ out yo’ mouth!” Outnumbered; 5 crackheads to 2 drunks, we load his pipe in the alley behind some building, and him and his buddies get high,but since I paid for it, Dick and I take at least one good rip. “Shit, they know we’re high.” And we are off againback to Colfax. I can not see how far away it is, can not tell how fast I am walking or stumbling or if that bottle is still in my hands. Scene.
I may have been on a sensorimotor level because all I could do was go, plus I was still upset that they bought that crap with my money. When Dick and I become pre-operational, we suggest asking someone else. There is obviously drugs out here, why should we not be able to find what we want? We do not become concrete operational until after being ripped off two more times in a row. We are persistent, determined, and loaded. To be honest, I do not know how we ended up in the next situation, but we followed another secondary group to an apartment building laundry room. There, we drank and talked and waited; hoping that this time I would get what I wanted to get while almost forgetting what we were doing there at that palce with those people at that time. Oh, I still have a bottle. Let us all enjoy the benefits of it. I have no idea what Dick is doing or saying at this point, but I am sharing my cheap whiskey with Big Black next to me. Getting impatient, I ask, “When is that ish coming?” they were not a primary group, they were doing business and/or fiding their own fix. After he snaps at me and assures me what I want and how much of it I paid for is coming. It is on the way. Back to the drink.
Now, I am aware that so far we do not portray the conventional or traditional hero, but if I promise that if you were drunk with us, that you would have just as much excitement. I found that if we are around someone who is sober, then they will either end up stressed, annoyed, pissed, or possibly arrested, but that could happen anyway if you do not know how to escape a 10 story building from the 10th floor when the cops are knocking down the door. I digress.
“Hey , know any party tricks?” Takes a shot, hits the pipe, hard, and then takes another shot to chase the first shot and toke. He smiles while swallowing the whiskey and blowing out the smoke. Every time that I look to see what Dick is doing he look shappy and in the middle of a conversation while standing next to someone else who is smoking half of what I bought. So, I want to try that party maneuver. I take the shot. I hit the pipe. “Pull it, pull it!” I hit that pipe so hard it is glowing red and almost burns me, but I must take another shot to finish the move. Swallow. Breathe. Head rush. Oh, I forgot to mention that they did not get what I wanted, to my dismay, he brought back more crack.
So, let us see here; Dick layed down a huge fresh turd on the laundry room floor, he got choked out by Big Black so hard that it left scabs of his finger prints, I tried to break it up passively because he was huge and high, I picked up the poop with my gloved fingers and threw it outside so the problem could be relenquished, and Big Black said,” be more like yo’ friend here, man, chill man.” At one point I recall it getting to be loud, seemingly, or I was paranoid, but we had to get the fuh out of there. We ended up leaving with him. Dick is singing a popular hit on the R&B radio station, the name of which I can not recall now. It did have the word “bitch” in it though, because Dick kept reciting it while we were walking to “not”get ripped off again, and it was upsetting Big Black because he was a feminist or something. Aside from the choking, he seemed like such a nice fellow. He turned out to be gay. We really should have been paying more or any attention to where he was taking us; we just kept walking. I do remember him leaning over to me occasionally and whispering something like, “you want some dick?” He must not have known that I was already with my friend Dick, and-oh, wait he wanted to engage in sexual relations with me.
Well, after a while of walking in circles we end up on the side of some house. He offers to go upstairs for us because the dealers do not enjoy people to be there besides him I suppose. I told him that sounds great, and I will go too. He was not having it. My curiosity was coming over me, and I inquired about the “Big Black” myth. “Is it true?” He pulled it out of his pants and set it in my hand. I weighed it. It was big, black, flacid, and warm. Dick is fast asleep by this point. On the side of the house was an extended platform, and he looked rather comfortable. I do not know how he was able to sleep after all that, but as I am trying to figure this out I suddenly realize that now my fallus is in his hands because he wanted to seen mine too. He was trying to make it get bigger. I told him to stop and go get that stuff I wanted and to hurry up with it too.
Wow, I must be high, or still really drunk. Both. I can not tell. A few moments of deliberating what just happened and how we got to where we were, I realised I just got ripped off again. Enfuriated, I wake up Dick and give him the bottle and tell him that we are going. He is ultra confused because of all the chemicals in his head on top of waking life. I knew we were walking in circles because we were only one block away from where we started after all of that. We head to the corner to use the crosswalk, and we begin talking to a bum, and Dick drops the bottle. This is one reason for the cheap booze. It comes in a palstic bottle. After that shatters all over the sidewalk, I can barely contain my rage and I cross to the north side of the street.
A few moments pass, and I am involved in a conversation with a bum named Spike. He seems rather optimistic and full of life. This is very refreshing. Dick comes up to me and introduces a white guy to me who claimns he can get the speed. I figure we got ripped off twice by blacks, so let us then try a white person. Why not? If this does not work, I give up.
I gave him my cash and we follow him to the door of a door no the next block right across the street from the Bluebird, and he goes inside. We wait outside and attemp to begin conversations with the passerbys. The doorman thinks of this as harassment and kicks us out of the front of the building. He then gives me the great idea of goingin after the drugee through the back door. Just my luck, it is unlocked. I step in and begin looking for his face. The doorman sees me before I see who I am looking for. “Are you kidding me?!” He grabs me and bounces me outside. All of the rage I let go earlier flooded back into my eyes; I wanted my money and my drugs. He and a couple of others are down for this fight because it probably seems easy for them. I am also accepting of the challenge. We rumble for a minute before I get bored and decide to find where Dick went. He was just conversing with everyone on the side of the Bluebird. I sit down next to him and my temper festers. I look down and find that my pinkie finger is broken. I decide to go back to try and fight them again. Why? I can not say. No luck there. Ripped off again, and for the last time. The first appearance of the U.S. criminal justice system strolls down the sidewalk and tells us to stop loitering. He may or may not have seen what occurred at the bar across the street. I will never know.
Everyone whom we told of the events of this and many other nights like this, holds a stigma for us and our values, but there is a moral to this story. The ethnomethodology and circumstances of our findings are incredible and rare to witness first hand unless actively engaged in such adventures. Word to the wise; do not ask anyone for meth in Denver, especially on the streets or in public. You will piss them off, get in a fight, get crack, get choked out, get ripped off and get whacked off, but you will not get methamphetamines.
Monday, September 19, 2016
Family Cigarette Grocery Store
Sunday, September 18, 2016
Saturday, September 17, 2016
Neal Cassady Mug Shot
Friday, September 16, 2016
Thursday, September 15, 2016
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Huggy Bear, is that you?
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Monday, September 12, 2016
Fitzsimons General Hospital Gate, 1920s
Established east of Denver on Colfax Avenue in
1918, Fitzsimons General Hospital was originally an army
hospital specializing in treating soldiers infected with tuberculosis
during World War I. After struggling with small budgets and the threat
of closure, the facility expanded with the addition of a new main
building in 1941 and an influx of patients during World War II. Later
renamed Fitzsimons Army Hospital and eventually Fitzsimons Army Medical
Center, the hospital continued to serve soldiers and veterans after the
war, most famously caring for President Dwight D. Eisenhower after he
had a heart attack in Denver in 1955.
After Fitzsimons was deactivated
in 1996, the site became home to the University of Colorado Anschutz Medical Campus as well as a medical research park called the Fitzsimons Innovation Campus.
Sunday, September 11, 2016
The Infamous Stringdusters: "Big Top Halloween"
THE INFAMOUS STRINGDUSTERS:
"BIG TOP HALLOWEEN"
Two Halloween Shows with Special Guests
KELLER WILLIAMS' GRATEFUL GRASS,
FUNKY METERS, THE LIL' SMOKIES
AND THE MAGIC BEANS
Fillmore Auditorium
Friday, October 28 & Saturday, October 29
Showtime 8:00 pm / Doors 7:00 pm
The INFAMOUS STRINGDUSTERS have announced plans for an exciting two-night Halloween extravaganza at Denver's Fillmore Auditorium entitled BIG TOP HALLOWEEN. Set for Friday, October 28 and Saturday, October 29, the shows will feature special guests funky METERS and The Magic Beans (Friday night) and Keller Williams' Grateful Grass and The Lil' Smokies (Saturday night). Fan pre-sale tickets go up today and general on-sale is this Friday, July 15.
"We're thrilled to be joined by friends and legends for this year's Duster Halloween shows," says the band's Andy Hall. "Two
nights at the Fillmore - Denver. Dusters with funky METERS, and the
Magic Beans on Friday, and Keller Williams' Grateful Grass and The Lil'
Smokies on Saturday. This year's Halloween will be our biggest and
baddest yet!“ The Infamous Stringdusters
will serve as Williams' backing band as part of the Grateful Grass
ensemble; they did the honors earlier this summer at the sold-out,
2200-seat Pisgah Brewing Company in North Carolina.
The Grammy-nominated acoustic five-piece--Andy Hall (dobro), Andy Falco (guitar), Chris Pandolfi (banjo), Jeremy Garrett (fiddle), and Travis Book (upright bass)--are touring in support of their widely acclaimed Ladies & Gentlemen album, which features all original Stringdusters songs with an array of standout female singers like Lee Ann Womack, Nicki Bluhm, Joss Stone and more. The
modern bluegrass virtuosos kicked off their summer tour with an epic
show at Colorado's famed Red Rocks Amphitheater in early May, and have
been on the road non-stop since.
The Stringdusters also recently were invited by Ryan Adams to support him at the Telluride Bluegrass Festival and will join him again later this month at the Newport Folk Festival, along with Nicki Bluhm. Check out Rolling Stone coverage here.
At
Red Rocks, the band played to one of their biggest non-festival
audiences ever and treated their fans to a 90-minute concert that
included special guests LEE ANN WOMACK (on "I Believe" and "The Way I'm Living") and NICKI BLUHM ("See How Far You've Come," "Run To Heaven," "Somebody To Love and "Not Fade Away"). Both singers are featured on the new album Ladies & Gentlemen, which was released earlier this year (February 5, Compass Records) to much critical acclaim.
In a recent live review, Jay Miller of the Patriot-Ledger
(MA) said, "the main impression would come from the dazzling fretwork
of the five musicians, the sheer thumping energy generated by the
quintet (which has no drums), and the amount of music provided. Over two
sets the Infamous Stringdusters performed 25 songs and two and-a-half
hours of music, and if all that sounds like something Dead fans can
appreciate, you can likely expect to see even more of them adopt this
young band of pickers (4/9/16)."
The Stringdusters' new album was cited by Rolling Stone
as one of the "Most Anticipated Country Albums of 2016" and has been
widely praised for the purity of their bluegrass and the talented female
vocalists who've recorded with them:
“Infamous
Stringdusters is a virtuoso five-man string band, rooted in bluegrass
but ready to stretch...the songs are even better: ruminations on time,
distance, mortality, purpose, shared humanity and long-term love. The
women’s distinctive voices etch each one with the clarity it deserves.” Jon Pareles, New York Times
"...album
showcases not only the Stringdusters' keen, constantly evolving
craftsmanship, but some of the best singers in the game, all of whom
happen to be women.” Marissa Moss, Rolling Stone.com
"...never
a group to shy away from expanding its bluegrass boundaries, to infuse
all the soul and emotion that such non-bluegrass singers as Joan
Osborne, Joss Stone and others bring to an already strong batch of
original tunes…Credit the five piece for writing effortlessly melodic
songs…that stretch the confines of their genre, specifically into a
bluesier, more R&B approach that really connects." Hal Horowitz, American Songwriter
The
12-song collection of new INFAMOUS STRINDUSTERS songs features a
who's-who of singers including JOSS STONE, MARY CHAPIN CARPENTER, JOAN
OSBORNE, SARA WATKINS, SARA JAROSZ and more. Rolling Stone
said, "But this is no novelty concept album. Instead, it's the sound of
a band expanding its reach with some of the best voices in the
business." Check out the article here.
Following the February release of the highly acclaimed, star-studded, Ladies & Gentlemen album, The Infamous Stringdusters present The L&G Tapes LIVE.
The 13-track compilation showcases the bluegrass virtuosos’ favorite
live recordings from their recent "Ladies & Gentlemen" tour, their
biggest tour to date. As a way
to show thanks to their dedicated fan base, these handpicked
performances (mixed by band member Andy Falco) include several from Ladies & Gentlemen complimented
by the vocal stylings of guest singer Nicki Bluhm. The surprise project
sticks to their patented live show format with fan-favorite originals
like "Where The Rivers Run Cold" (Let It Go, 2014) to
heavy-hitting takes on the Grateful Dead’s "Scarlet Begonias" as well as
Bluhm’s inspiring lead on Jefferson Airplane’s "Somebody To Love." Check it out here:
TICKETS ON SALE NOW!
at the Fillmore Auditorium Box Office, online at www.ticketmaster.com or call 800 – 745 – 3000.
Tickets are $27.50 GA ADV and $30.00 GA DOS plus applicable service charges.
A limited number of 2 day passes are also available: $50.00 GA ADV.
The
Fillmore box office is open Monday - Friday from 12:00 Noon - 6:00pm
& Saturdays from 10:00am - 2:00pm. On days of Fillmore shows, the
box office is open from 12:00 Noon – 9:00pm. The box office accepts cash, MasterCard, Visa and American Express – No checks! Service charges may apply.
THE FILLMORE AUDITORIUM IS LOCATED AT 1510 CLARKSON ST. AT COLFAX.
THIS SHOW IS AGES 16+
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Saturday, September 10, 2016
Friday, September 9, 2016
World's First Rodeo held in Deer Trail, Colorado
The
first rodeo was held in Deer Trail, CO on July 4, 1869. The historical
significance, and the account of the event was written about by a
reporter in the “Field and Farm” magazine. The area ranches came with
their outlaw horses and best cowboys to the “Bronco Bustin’ Contest”.
The prize was a suit of clothes which was awarded to the Champion Bronc
Buster of the Plains, Emiline Gardenshire of the Milliron Ranch. Emiline
rode fifteen minutes on the back of Montana Blizzard, the worst outlaw
of the bunch.
Deer Trail, Colorado, way out on East Colfax Avenue, has been recognized as the Home of the World’s First Rodeo by the Pro-Rodeo Hall of Fame, Colorado State Legislature, the History Channel, Guinness Book of World Records and many other publications.
Deer Trail, Colorado, way out on East Colfax Avenue, has been recognized as the Home of the World’s First Rodeo by the Pro-Rodeo Hall of Fame, Colorado State Legislature, the History Channel, Guinness Book of World Records and many other publications.
Thursday, September 8, 2016
The Blue Onion Bar and Motor Lodge
The Blue Onion Motel at 8675 East Colfax was originally the Compass Motor Lodge built in 1947 as well. The motel was scraped and the site is now the parking lot for Sheyla's Nightclub.
Just to the west is the A-Bar-G Motel and to the West is the Motel 9, formerly the Palimino Motor Lodge.
Photo (National Archives Identifier 6850924, Box 309)
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Schuyler Says #1
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
Wylie Coyote at Casa Bonita
Monday, September 5, 2016
The Lakewood Theater
Sunday, September 4, 2016
G. Brown coming to Tattered Cover on Colfax
Colorado author G. Brown has a book signing event scheduled at the
Tattered Cover on Colfax—Tuesday, September 13 at 7 p.m. to celebrate
“Red Rocks: The Concert Years,” the latest title in the Colorado Music
Hall of Fame imprint. He'll fete the publishing team and the many
photographers represented in the book, and also have a few things to say
about everybody’s favorite outdoor amphitheatre. Thanks so much for
your support!
Saturday, September 3, 2016
Lukas Graham coming to the Fillmore November 15th
LUKAS GRAHAM
Fillmore Auditorium
November 15
Showtime 8:00 pm / Doors 7:00 pm
LUKAS GRAHAM CONFIRMS NORTH AMERICA HEADLINE TOUR BEGINNING NOVEMBER 10
– New Single "Mama Said" Launches At Radio This Month –
Lukas Graham, whose hit single 7 Years
just went triple platinum, will embark on an expansive headlining tour
later this year, produced by Live Nation. The tour kicks off Thursday,
November 10 in Vancouver and crisscrosses North America through
Wednesday, February 1. The
upcoming tour will see the Danish foursome graduate to theatres four to
five times larger than the clubs they recently performed in during
their sold-out spring headline tour.
Tickets went on sale to the general public on Friday, June 10, with an artist
presale launching Tuesday, June 7 at 10:00am local. Additionally, Citi
card members will have access to presale tickets on select dates
beginning Tuesday, June 7 at 10:00am local, through Citi’s Private Pass program. Check LukasGraham.com for more info.
Led
by vocalist and songwriter Lukas Graham Forchhammer, Lukas Graham has
solidified their status as the breakout act of 2016. Their hit single "7
Years," which they recently performed at the Billboard Music Awards,
reached #1 at both Top 40 and Hot AC radio and #2 on the Billboard Hot 100, with over 425M Spotify streams and counting. Now, the band is gearing up for the launch of their second single, “Mama Said.,” which will head to radio later this month.
Watch the official “Mama Said” video:
Lukas Graham's self-titled debut album has received overwhelming critical acclaim since its April 1 release, debuting at #3 on the Billboard 200 and propelling the band further into the global spotlight with what the New York Times describes
as "neatly turned songs that merge the lilt of pop-soul with the quick
cadences of hip-hop." Hailing from Christiania, an autonomous, artistic
community in the center of Copenhagen, Lukas developed his natural
talent for honest and gritty songwriting. Classically trained with the
Copenhagen Boys' Choir, with a musical scope widened by his Irish folk
roots and passion for hip-hop, Lukas possesses a distinct, poetic
ability to capture the full range of emotions in his music.
Download Lukas Graham:
Stream Lukas Graham via Spotify:
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For further information, please contact Warner Bros. Records Publicity:
TICKETS WENT ON SALE FRIDAY, JUNE 10 @ 10:00 AM
at the Fillmore Auditorium Box Office, online at www.ticketmaster.com or call 800 – 745 – 3000.
Tickets are $25.00 GA ADV and $30.00 GA DOS plus applicable service charges.
THIS SHOW IS ALL AGES.
The
Fillmore box office is open Monday - Friday from 12:00 Noon - 6:00pm
& Saturdays from 10:00am - 2:00pm. On days of Fillmore shows, the
box office is open from 12:00 Noon – 9:00pm. The box office accepts cash, MasterCard, Visa and American Express – No checks! Service charges may apply.
THE FILLMORE AUDITORIUM IS LOCATED AT 1510 CLARKSON ST. AT COLFAX.
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