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Originally Posted by seventwenty
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I really must sincerely thank you for this post.
You see a long, long time ago there was this little boy:
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Eight-year-old Darrell Anderson should be asleep in his bed, but instead he's sneaked a block north in his jammies to the corner of 27th and Welton streets, where he's now hiding out behind liquor boxes, waiting patiently for the wooden door to swing open, waiting for a glimpse into the place to be in Denver: the jazz club at the Rossonian Hotel, a tiny, triangular first-floor ballroom filled with good sounds, good company and more than a little magic.
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per blogs.westword.com
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The wooden door swings open again, and big clouds of cigarette smoke rush toward Anderson, who spies San Francisco's Gladys Palmer in the lounge. Years later, the singer will recognize Anderson in an equally foggy bar in Thailand, where he's stationed during the Vietnam War. "Hey," she'll say to the grown-up Anderson. "Hey, you're that snotty-nosed kid who used to peek in at the Rossonian, aren't you?"
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both photos via Westword. First photo credits to William Henry Jackson - Denver Public Library. Second photo credits to Anthony Camera
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And that's when Darrell Anderson came back onto the scene. After serving with the Army and doing a stint with an airline, Anderson returned to Denver to pursue art full-time. For the better part of the next decade, he rented the first floor of the Rossonian as his studio for less than $500 a month on a month-to-month basis. He also proposed to his wife inside the empty ballroom he'd idolized as a kid.
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All quotes (and photos) courtesy of Westword's feature story "
All That Jazz."
I couldn't resist reading the "cover story" linked via your post and while it's long it is a delightful read into the history of the Rossonian Hotel.