Not exactly musical per se, but a few weeks ago I was dragged to a reading given by the good folks at Found Magazine (a publication devoted to found written ephemera collected from all over the country and submitted by readers- bits of fliers and classified ads stapled to telephone poles, notebooks left in laundromats, random pages from letters discarded and found blowing down the street- in this case they were squaring off against the almost-as-wonderful Found Footage Festival, whose entries were quite a bit funnier but not quite so interesting) given in an ornate old faberge-egg movie theater in the sweet, dilapidated old suburb just north of our neighborhood. I'd never heard of the magazine before, but the readings were thoroughly delightful, almost always rather hysterical and surprisngly often also both poignant and strange, and helped make the alley by the dumpsters behind the suburban strip of fast-food restaurants where we stopped for dinner seem magical and ripe with promise. The routine in the video linked to above (from a previous tour done several years ago from the looks of it, but still much the same as the one I'd seen).