CHANUKAH EDITION 5777 SECTION D PAGE 6 a quiet, old-timey street in South Denver, there stands an oasis of sorts — a refuge not from desert heat but from the noisy, hyperactive, often quarrelsome world outside. Inside the storefront of the Denver Folklore Center all is peaceful, if not exactly quiet. The resonant sound of fingers on guitar stings may be heard, and of subdued voices discussing musical matters. The air is redolent of brewing coffee and the fine woods of which instruments are made. Thanks to a Jewish guy by the name of Harry Tuft, the Denver Folklore Center has been a part of Denver’s musical community for half a century, here on South Pearl St. and in its former home uptown, on 17th […]
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